I finished my novel. All the writing, beach walks, and kitten-breaks seem to have paid off.
Let the revising begin.
Actually I’ve been revising all along. I adopted a habit of backing up a few chapters, reading/revising them before going forward. This ‘backing up’ has worked well for me, helped clarify and inspire. And now revision commences as though I’ve never read a book in my life. Yes, the old book-as-unicorn trick as I approach revising with as fresh and bright and wide-awake a critical eye as I can muster–or beg the universe for.
I can honestly say I’m enjoying the revision. I wish the read-it-out-loud-to-self part went a little faster, but it’s okay. I’m not hurrying, panicking, putting pressure where it doesn’t belong–this book deserves this time, no matter what my brain says. My gut wins.
I’m constantly reminded (especially before that first cup of coffee) that I keep on keeping on. And I’m pleased about that, very pleased. Om.
Keep on keeping on,