Crossing the Finish LIne

It's done! Finished, revised, e-mailed off to a friendly reader, my editor and my agent, and now all I have to do is worry. Is it brilliant? I'm too close to tell. This is always the worst time -- when you have to let go of something you've been working on for months and months, and you're so close to it you can't tell if it's crap or fabulous. Part of the problem is familiarity -- even the most brilliant opening in the world will start to be boring once you've read and revised it three hundred times. It gets so familiar that you don't know if it's dragging because you've read it too many times or if it's dragging because the pacing is off. I think now is the time most writers either need to throw themselves into something completely new, or lie down for a long time.
Me, I'm working. Got a Christmas novella that's going to be blast, and then next week I spend the week with Jenny Crusie and Lani Diane Rich to work on Dogs and Goddesses. And I can officially quilt again (I had to cut myself off while I was on deadline).
And it's autumn, where Vermont is officially the Most Beautiful Place in the World. The photos don't lie -- it's glorious. Even when it's cloudy or rainy the brightness of the trees light the world, and any world that possesses such beauty can't be all bad.

Any of you ever been in Vermont in the autumn? Don't you think it's impossibly beautiful?