I haven’t posted much because of two reasons (maybe three):

1. I spent three weeks on vacation.
2. I’m back inside the depressing editing mines.
3. Some important personal stuff involving a potential relocation I don’t really want to see happen, but it’s starting to look like a choice between the continent I love and the man I love so, yeah, nerve-wracking.

Editing is exhausting, and I’m afraid it will always feel like a chore to me.

Some days are better than others (the corrections flow; the existing material doesn’t reek of rotten eggs), but there’s always the drag, the moment when the soul grows tired and stops believing in the manuscript. The key is to power through no matter what, right? To push aside the doubt. To honor the countless hours spent on my stories, dreaming up worlds and the people in them.

It’s hard, especially when the time is so scarce. But it is also doable, however long it might take. However taxing it might feel.

I’m not in a cheerful mood today neither have advice to offer, but I came here to write this and remind myself that there are turns and downs, that I should learn to be comfortable with the discomfort inherent to writing, and that I will always pick myself back up.