Last we spoke, I was writing my last four pages, wasn’t I? Then I was going to do a read-through. Seemed simple enough. Well…
I don’t know how many times I’ve said it. Maybe too many now. But this is the weekend I will finally get some sleep — I mean, I certainly hope I won’t have trouble sleeping. That would suck!
It’s been some time and I’ve been on a break from this book since June. Now it’s back in my hands from the copy editor and I’m already working on the suggested edits.
Well I guess this writing bug is not over for me. It’s been a month since the Shrapnel manuscript has been with the copy editor and I’ve been doing a lot more writing. I’m even onto something new and today I have finalized a story…for reals.
It’s pretty weird not to have a manuscript to obsess over. It’s also fine because I now have plenty of art projects on my work plate, and most of those need to be well on their way before I get the book back from my copy editor, Mr. Wilde.
So. I’ve just come off of the last (last? Yeah right!) rewrite of Shrapnel and delivered it to my copy editor yesterday afternoon. It is out of my hands. Again!
So, I am a liar. That’s what I am. I must be. Or crazy. Or both. I have lost track as to how many times I have said that I was leaving the book alone. How many times have I said, “I’m done?” Even I don’t believe me anymore.
I’ve known me for a long time now, and I know that I hate to leave things lying dormant – for any period of time. And that’s what I was doing. This in itself was greatly contributing to my depression.
More ups and downs, but I managed to finally leave the book alone, which means I am done with it. For now anyway. It’s basically out of my hands.
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?