I think I now know what parents must feel when they send their kids to the first day of school. My manuscript has just been sent and all I can think is "will it be liked" and "I hope the other kids don't pick on it too much." I'm relieved that after 5 drafts I have something that makes me more proud and less pukey.
Now I wait for the editor to be assigned, and for the notes to come. First leg of the journey is complete. Now I can turn my attention to the short story for Tradewind and The Bone House. The change of pace will seem like a break. Hopefully, I won't have to wait too long for the notes. Just long enough to become less precious about the writing and not so long that I hate everything I've written.