I feel like I should be handed a gold medal for Marathon Editing. Okay, maybe I’m overstating it, but I feel like I’ve run a marathon. Uphill. Both ways.
You guessed it, I’m now done the first round of edits with Where The Ether Flows. I feel like it took a hundred years, though it was only 23 days. In that time, I added 34,884 words to the novel, bringing it to a total of 112,603 words. No wonder it feels like I practically wrote another book. That total, of course, does not reflect the many changes I made that netted out under the original 77, 719 words. But the book is so much better now. That’s what I think now. It’s what I’m telling myself. We’ll see if I still agree when it comes time to do round 2. with this sucker. First, to the Drawer with it!
So, what now? Now I’m going to go look at the outline for All Stitched Up and whip it into shape. I should be able to come at it with fairly fresh eyes as I can hardly remember what happens in anything else I’ve written outside of Ether Flows. Given the neucleus is there though and I just have to shift some stuff around and add a few things, it may only take me a day or two to do that. No, I’m not starting tonight (probably). My intention is to give myself the rest of the night off. We’ll see how well I stick to that. If I can distract myself with something else, it might work.
After that’s done, we’ll see how I feel. I may decide to get a bit nuts and try a late start, come from behind victory with Camp NaNo-August. I’m feeling fairly good at the moment, and that sometimes leads me to be a bit reckless with my remaining shreds of sanity. I know, it doesn’t look like I have any, but if you use an electron microscope, you’ll see the bits. Trust me, they’re there. I think they hang around to remind me of what I’ve lost. Or maybe it’s so I’ll know what it’s supposed to look like. I’m not sure.