Sweat drips down my forehead and my chest throbs with anxiety.

"Just emailed you the round one edits," my editor alerts me in a Facebook message.

I delay opening the email for at least a day, maybe two.

Once I open it and take a look at the comments inside, I'll briefly wonder if I should really be doing this.

Then, I shut off my brain and thicken my skin and dive into fixing the issues.

"Just emailed you round two," she says after a blissful week of not think...