Because I QUIT.
It should be my final day of editing (as well as my last day blogging about editing) because as of the writing of this post, I only have three chapters left to go.
(For those of you keeping score at home, I'm onto Red Pen #3, but Highlighter #2 refuses to quit.)
And, as always happens when I'm editing or revising or writing or breathing, there have been several periods of highs and lows (mostly lows, but you had to have seen that coming...)
You've probably seen this picture before, but it's a little bit like this:
Except that I haven't actually gotten to the "This story is so awesome!" or the "Woo Hoo! Best! Story! Ever!" stages. This particular edit has seen me firmly on the right side of that chart.
You know that scene in Elf where Buddy's in the shiny mail room checking out the pneumatic tubes? You know, this scene:
It's like that, only I'm pretty sure that instead of the tubes he's actually talking about my manuscript. Yes, Buddy, it is very sucky, isn't it?
It's been a rough edit.
I really love this book—I don't want to screw it up, and I don't think I did it many favors in this first draft. I know the second draft exists to correct those first draft oversights—and I'm determined to do just that—but I'm feeling a little down about it right now.
I just have to do better.
But before I go off to do just that, I'm going to end this post with the pictures I promised in the title. I call this photo collection "In Which The Gator Girl Contends With Mom's Edits."
|I can help you with those edits, Mom!|
|Are you finished yet, Mom?|
|Screw your edits! Throw my ball!|
Happy Wednesday, all!