If I could do it all over again, how would I arrange my steps? With what I know now, and if I could clone myself to lead me through this endeavor, how would I’ve gone about it?
I’m filling the cracks that ran through the door and kept my mind from wandering where it will go, which is another way to say that I think I’m done with messing with the book file, yet…
It’s too late for everyone not to think I am crazy, so I’ll just go ahead and announce that I have been rewriting the whole book. Yeah, there, I said it.
So, now what am I doing now that I have finished the book? And what’s the next step? What’s the plan? When can people read it? When will it be in a store like Amazon, Barnes and Noble, etc.? Can it be downloaded on a Kindle?
Late Friday afternoon, I finished my book, Shrapnel in the San Fernando Valley. I could say it was nearly a lifetime of work, but I certainly did not work on it full time. However, I will tell you when and how it all began, because I just did a search on how far back the files went and surprised myself.
You’re not going to believe it, and I can hardly believe it, but guess what will be done by Friday? I mean it this time. I don’t mean another step will be done in the process of being done. I mean done and submitted to publishers done. I mean, as soon as I get a Query Letter, that is. Right now I’m 88% there.
Okay, so where have I been? Well, guess what? I got my manuscript back from Lisa late last week! So what do you think I’ve been doing? I haven’t had every day to work on it, mjp has been sick, poor thing, but I’ve been spending most of three days or so with it. I’m into it a little bit now.
Well, it’s been a little while, hasn’t it? I’ve been thinking about writing in this blog for a while now and have been feeling hesitant/resistant/overly introspective and fearful to share, though, my intention is to continue to go on.
I know I may have mentioned how unnerving it’s been to write my memoir. It’s scary really. It’s scary to think about publishing it too. But I always knew that I wanted to write it. I did purposely wait until my parents passed away – not that this mattered in the scheme of things. Neither one of them would have bothered to read it. And now that they are gone and I have written it, I do not feel any less guilty about all that.
No, this is not the story about the single set of footsteps of Jesus carrying me on the beach. That’s what I think of whenever I see that something is entitled “Footsteps.”
This is about following over your own footsteps in editing, going over another pass through a chapter, section, or a whole manuscript you’ve been working on time and time again. Polishing, refinishing, and all that. Of course, there does need to be some kind of “scratch track” there first before you can really start going over those initial footsteps.