When you have spent over a year working on the same book, things start to burn.
Some of them include:
- Your patience.
- Your will.
- Your love for the manuscript (but not as in “burning love,” more like “I wanna print this pile of shit and BURN IT, MAN!”).
Nobody told me that it will take me SO LONG to be HALFWAY THROUGH the (hopefully) final round of edits for this book.
“Should I add a comma here, or a semicolon?,” “What’s the word for *opens thesaurus*?,” “Is my dialogue stiff?,” “How many times can I use the word ‘that’ per page? Why ‘that’ anyway?,” “DOES THIS PLOT MAKE ANY SENSE!?”
Some days, I wonder how and when I will finish this thing. Desperate to get rid of it.
Other days, I am extra careful, thoughtful, fully committed to giving this book all my brainpower, all my love.
It’s all a circle of love, self-doubt, fun, anger, and hope.
That’s today’s post, friends: Editing Takes Ages, And I still Don’t Know If I’m Getting This Stuff Right, a memoir.
I’m also at the point where editing makes me scream in frustration.
…Which is rather unfortunate when I try to squeeze some editing in during my lunch break at work.
I hear you. Editing is terrible. Some days it goes well, some others it is pure pain. The only constant is the struggle.
I can relate to this. I’m half way through last edits . ( I mean I was but then now after reworking beginning chapters my whole edited first half don’t look so polished no more. ) The last half feels daunting. And despite being motivated I feel like I’ve ground to a rusty halt
I want to burn my book.
My book is rubbish.
And I don’t know if my plot makes sense.
Yet I know I will get this done eventually or die trying
THE JOY! XD.
Hahahahaha, I know! I guess we can only embrace the pain and power through editing hell. Remember to give it time.