One of the suckiest (yes that’s a word ’cause I said so) of being a writer is editing.
Getting the first draft out is painful, much like having a baby. It’s slow and messy and confusing as hell. The second draft is much like seeing the baby just after it’s born. Yeah, it’s human, sort of, but it looks all funky and smells weird. That’s because it’s not quite your baby yet. The nurses haven’t washed it up yet. You know, gotten the cottage cheese off their head and all. The third draft is when the baby stops looking alien and starts smelling like soap, so by the 4th draft you can introduce it to the family (or your editor) and be sort of confident that you don’t have THIS happen.
That is every writer’s worst nightmare I think. Sigh.
I love that the painful part is over, don’t get me wrong, but this part is no fun either. This is the phase where you can’t rest on your ‘oh I’m so clever’ writer laurels and actually have to make the book logical. GRRRR. Me no likey logic. Me like to live in fantasy land!
But, on the flip side, at least the kids are in school now so I can read more than one sentence at a time before somebody needs food…or a band-aid. I love school time.
For all those reading, I THINK this may be the end of this series, at least for awhile. I’ve been putting too many other stories on hold and I wanna try my brain with them for a bit. I hope I’ve left Pulled Back in a good ending spot, but I’m sure you will all let me know if I haven’t!
Thanks for the support, and the endless piles of Swedish Fish.
Author of Pulled