A couple of weeks ago, I had the pleasure of finishing the second draft of my book. Why was it a pleasure? Because I realized that I have been toiling away at this volume for about a year. Wow, I’m not sure if I’m a major procrastinator or time really does travel that fast.
It’s funny, because I know that I’m close to making #Book5 available for purchase, but I do know there is a huge mountain ahead of me. Proofreading and rewriting (the mountains in question) are all part of the process sure, but it is stillsomething that I dread. Not because I feel as if my work is perfect, but rather you have to battle both being proud of your work and ashamed of it. Somebody out there please tell me that I’m not alone on this.
There’s that thing where you hate what you write, then you love what you write. People would ask to read “advance copies” but you’re so cynical you think that they want to read your novel for free. Or that they are so eager to rip your work apart, you don’t want to pass the manuscript over in the first place.
Being a creator is a scary thing. But you have to press on. Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
Either way, it’s back to the lab. I have deadlines to conquer!