Just had a break from editing my almost complete first novel by starting to write another. I think I might have been a bit burnt out from editing and having one thing dominate my mind for such a long time. But this morning I took my finger out and began to edit it again. The thought of a book to my name has set me in motion again. I’m almost finished, I can almost grab it.
I’m going to finish this draft, then I’m going to send it to a bunch of people on my mentally compiled reader worthy list and then they are going to give it back me and then after I’ve had a minor mental breakdown I’ll edit it again. And again and when I think it’s good enough to publish I’ll edit one more time.
But god damn it. Things worth having don’t come easily.