Well, goodbye all, it’s been fun… but I’ve got to stop gadflying about and finish this thing called Novel.
Drat, I was so hoping I could finish my current Wreck In Progress before putting it on the back burner for the revising. I’ve been expecting this since September, so it’s been a nice long – unexpectedly long, thank-you, early arriving Editor’s Baby – break from the P&C manuscript, and I’m hopeful that this means I can approach it anew with fresh eyes.
Right now, all I’m feeling is OVERWHELMED eyes. The notes are so polite, and they’re only five pages long, but – oy. Is it really a snarled skein of crap like it sounds? Ugh. Why wasn’t I born good at subtle nuance in detail? Why do my characters suffer from persistent – and apparently unbelievable – innocence? How do I keep creating frustrating fake outs and muddled conclusions? And, why is writing such a BIG. HARD. STRUGGLE EVERY. SINGLE. TIME?
*sigh*
Seems like you and I have had this conversation before.
Welp, it seems I’ve inadvertently entered NaNoFiMo. I’m only eight days late. Yay, me.
Once more into the breach, dear friends,
See you in January.
Oooh, sympathy and hugs and all the best wishes in the world as you retreat into Revisiondom.
It reminds me of something I tweeted last month (or the month before? I can’t remember):
From a boy who used to come to my Writing Group for teens, after his cousin edited and changed a short story: “He mutilated it. But then he made it better.” Welcome to having an editor, sweetie.
good luck, Tanita! You’ll be grand.