After five years of on and off writing, and re-drafting, with the creative excitement of plot twists and suspense, then a year of editing down 'til it bleeds, I'm left with no objectivity. Is it still a unique beautiful, tragic, story, or is it nothing? How do you gauge what you're left with, when the memory of the initial emotion might only be in my own mind, and not transferring to a reader? I should mention the novel is - Sercerts from the Remnant Forest. Set in Queensland Au.