I'm halfway done with the revision proofing. Every line makes me cringe. That's not a comment on the content. I love my characters. The story is risky (it has some dark moments), but it's my kind of story. No problems there, but manuscripts can become like bad house guests. You love them, but you want your life back. The Hungry Clock has been in residence for five years for heck's sake. The bus is departing.
Anyway, sorry to whine. I honestly like the revision stage, but lately I've been looking for signs that all my weeding and pruning ( minus 40,000 words) has been worth it. Yesterday I received a revelation attached to an email (so very modern).
Remember when I stayed with my friends in March and I pulled all of the vetch out of their garden? I fought the biting ants and got a sore back as a reward? Well, here's a shot of the former weed choked clematis. Looks like I performed a bloomin' miracle!
Right. I can go back and finish the revision now. Thanks, Mr. Neil, for the reminder. Also, thanks to my pal who is roasting all the coffee I can drink and not complaining as the dishes pile up in the sink. It's the small things that rock this writer's world.
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