The email has gone. The email containing the reworked manuscript is out of my outbox and into the big wide sent blue yonder inhabited by decision-making editors with the power to crush your writing ego in just one blow (big squeezy thanx to beloved CP for looking over - squigy cheek pinch to Nat).
All I can say is I did my best. Added the most convincing additional line of conflict for the heroine. And layered throughout. Let's leave it at that.
So all I have to do now right is forget about it...not recheck my email fifty squillion times a day...not pretzel myself like crazy that she hates it/it's too long/in the opposite direction than she wanted bla bla bla! Nuff already.
I know. It's at times like these I wish I did macrame...or had a serious knitting frenzy going down jx