I'm leaning toward no.
As in, no major revision.
I want to do a few character tweaks, following some recent feedback I got from a friend in the film industry, to make sure my intentions are clear. I don't think it will be too much work, and I think the manuscript will be better.
But other than that no. No new middle. No alien abduction. No chunk of my heart gouged out and slopped down on these pages (again).
Then I will approach indie presses, agentless. I've always wanted an agent—I once worked for a literary agency, so I know how much a (good) agent can do for an author. But if I don't get an agent for this book, so be it. I have to move on, obviously. As so many of you can see, I'm clearly driving myself batty. It's sad. And silly. Especially when there are so many more things I want to write…
Thank you for the kind comments. I've been in an impenetrable cloud of indecisiveness for a long while now. And to think there are people out there who don't even know me but who think I should keep going, keep trying, well, it's a wonderful thing.
It's true I want to write something new. Last night while drifting off to sleep, my new novel came to life against my closed eyelids. I learned things about my new narrator I didn't know before that night—she's itching to come out on the page. And if I stick with this decision I can write the new book. I've grown since I wrote the manuscript I've been agonizing over. I want to say new things, spend time with new characters. Is that so wrong?