The top pile is the revised portion of my manuscript, with the un-revised (but correctly ordered) portion below. It’s almost exactly 33% of the way (through this round).
What does this feel like. It feels like when I turned ten and a family friend asked, “What does it feel like to be 10?” About the same.
The break, though, that made a difference. I feel fresher. More patient. I realize now how the frenzy that had overtaken me was working against me. I’m back to being okay with this thing taking me another year or however long to finish, which is a healthier approach, both for me and for the manuscript.
I’m okay with no feedback on it for a while.
I’m okay with just slogging.
While I do that, please entertain yourself with yesterday’s New York Times. No, really. Seriously, read that link. It’s about
how much I love Stephen King how I want to be Stephen King’s child how much Stephen King rocks how Stephen King screwed his kids up royally but at least they’re good writers now. I’ve started making the kids tell me bedtime stories.