By this time next week, I will no longer have my manuscript in my sweaty little hands. I promised myself it would be finished by the end of November, and by George, it will be!
The past few days have been a bit of a blur. I feel like a walking thesauras, going round Coles chanting 'trudge, tramp, stride..?' in an effort to find alternative words to my my faves, which pop up like weeds all over the story. It's rather like favourite clothes I think; no matter how limp and tired they might be, if they fit and I like them, then out of the cupboard they come. Will they look different if I add an exclamation point accessory? It's an exciting proposition/idea/thought!!! Doesn't work of course. Everyone can see that it's the same old cardigan.
Anyway, the editing side of things has gone well this week, but I'm constantly gobsmacked (it's a great look!) at how I can read my stuff a trillion times and still find glaring errors like repeated words and crumby punctuation. Self-doubt is a killer too. Confidence dips have me reaching for chocolate and then complaining of a headache when I forget to eat anything else for the rest of the day.
Oooh, it's a fun business, this editing thingy, but perhaps one day, when my ship of fortune appears round the Cape of Good Hope, I'll be able to pay somebody else to do it for me. In the meantime, it's just me and my story battling it out at editing boot camp. Just a few more workouts and it may fit into those skinny jeans. And then I'll pack it's knapsack with hope and encouragement and send it on it's merry way to publishing heaven.
Have a fab Sunday everyone! See you soon.
Hi - and welcome to my blog! I write women's fiction and short stories. Proud to call myself a Welsh Australian (Waussie!) I live in beautiful Brisbane and write full time.