I’m editing. Still. Again. That’s a lot of my life right now. Most of this manuscript was written in word-sprints when I was furloughed last spring, so it’s very much a mess. Eventually that mess caught up to me. I was unable to write the ending because I didn’t actually KNOW the rest of the story. I wrote what seemed like a good idea at the time, and if a better idea came to me, I wrote that too–or I just made a note to write it later, and went on like I had written it. And sometimes I went back to the original idea because I just plain forgot.
So yeah. A mess. I’m not sorry I wrote it like that, since it seemed (and probably was) the only way to write it at the time, and writing it may well have been the only thing that kept me from just staying in bed all day eating cookies and watching Bob Ross to an extent that would be good for no one. But now–well, now I want a book out of it, and so now I have to clean it up.
It’s a lot of work. A lot of heavy lifting, and thus a lot of procrastination and avoidance, goes into each page of success.
Time, however, is running out, so I shall now start moving more quickly. I’m sure.
Definitely.
Any day now.
Anyhow, please enjoy some procrastination with me. On Saturday I went to wander my local zoo, where this peacock was trying to display his lovely tail, but the interest he kept catching was not the interest he hoped to catch. (I watched this happen three times. The peacock was not pleased.) (sorry it’s huge, I have to go edit instead of sit here trying to figure out how to make it smaller.)
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Be well, friends.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go sharpen my machete for the next round of editing.