Cue the Panic Attack

I woke up this morning and I checked my messages first thing, like I always do. Oh look message from someone I don't know! (Not like this never happens, mind you)

I open it and what I read causes my heart to sink.

"Hi I'm ____ and I'm your new editor. Is there an email that I can send your edits to?"

My mouth goes dry and the theme from Psycho plays in my ears.

I have visions of the Wicked Witch of the West with a red pen. "I'll get you my pretty...."

Of course I send her the email address, but I am waiting for the response.

The demons in my heads that tell me I'm not good enough are working overtime.

I am literally terrified about being judged by this new person. I know it's ridiculous, but I am so terrified that there will be a million changes in an effort to make it even palatable to other people.

What if she hates it?

What if they change their minds and decide I'm not worth the effort?

I guess we'll see when the email arrives.

In the meantime I will try to keep the brain weevils in their cage...