We’re past half November, which means 30th November is LOOMING, PEOPLE, LOOMING.

In what I’m sure has now become tradition, I’m doing NaNoWriMo. Surprisingly, the time of the year when I’m able to write first drafts. Unsurprisingly, always under severe pressure. Except this NaNoWriMo is going remarkably well, and this book is happening. While I love the premise, I’m vaguely uncomfortable with the voice, but I’m on schedule, producing like a little machine. If I could write at this rate all year round, I’d have two to three completed drafts by the time every December rolls around.

If I could.

If I did.

I’m wondering why I haven’t been able to so far.

Perhaps the books I’ve written before required more time to cook (they did. SFF is harder to write than other genres, and this is a hill I’ll gladly die on, fight me if you want —you won’t change my mind).

Anyway, I’ve been writing, but I’ve seriously slacked when it comes to editing.

Yes, I’m too tired to edit after writing so many words a day. But the issue goes beyond that reality: the fact is, I’m tired of editing.

BECAUSE EDITING IS THE FUCKING WORST.

Especially the type of editing I’m doing right now, which is just trimming off for the sake of lowering my word count.

Yes, I’ve corrected a few typos, I’ve strengthened most pages, and whoa, I love reading my work so much I feel partly ashamed but, excuse me, it’s just MAD GOOD. Whatever the outcome of my publishing efforts might be, I love what I’ve written; I love what I write.

And that’s the post. Just me complaining because I’m not done editing. I guess it serves the purpose of letting me vent and reminding me (as in the previous paragraph) that editing is horrible but worthwhile.

Here’s hoping the book will be ready before November ends.