I'll get the jet fuel, gonna need a bigger bonfire

So I have this novel.

I know, right? Everyone has a novel. And now you're thinking, oh, great, another wannabe writer. Well, duh. I wouldn't be here if I didn't wannabe a writer. But I also wannabe an artist, and a dog trainer, and an anthropologist, and a biologist, and a homeopathic healer. And a translator for the UN and a seamstress, and Charlize Theron. I'm pretty sure at some point I've harboured a secret desire to be an astronaut cowboy millionaire.

The difference between most of those things and the writing is that my novel is actually finished. It's just sitting there. It's a little short. Okay, well, quite a bit short. More like a novella. But the point is it's got a beginning, and some semblance of a plot, and some semi-likeable characters, and a conclusion. There are a few things that I know are wrong with it that I could fix, but it would require some major hackage and a lot of rewriting. After that I think it would be marketable. I'm just busy
letting it simmer
too fucking lazy.

The local writers guild offers a service wherein you can submit your script and a professional writer will review & critique it. The fee for my size of manuscript would be $80. It doesn't seem like a lot, but we're kind of broke since I've been on mat leave and that money might be better spent on, oh, say...diapers. Or gas. Or FOOD.

My dilemma is that I'm pretty sure the professional (and they don't exactly go into what the 'professional writers' have for credentials, either. Are they novelists? TV script writers? People who work in the classifieds department at the newspaper?) is just going to tell me what I already know. But then there's the possibility that they might not. That person might see some way to fix it that is WAY EASIER. Or, even if they tell me exactly what I was expecting to hear, it might be the incentive I need to get off my lazy butt and do what I've known I should do for months.

Hm, know thyself. Light that fire under thyself's ass.