It's tough revising, because it's hard to know how to have the right mind-set. Many fellow writers know what I'm talking about. We waffle between, "This is the most amazing book ever," to "Who will want to read this trash?" Or, "I can totally make that deadline," to "Yeah, there's no possible way." That's me. And that's why I'm silent. I'm trying my best to make the best book possible, but some days it
is hard not to feel overwhelmed. We recently built a swimming pool for my three small children, and I was excited because that meant they could get tuckered out each morning, then rest in the afternoons while I write. Well then they got pretty severe ear infections and that went out the window, so I managed to take them to the park today for forty minutes before it got to be 100 degrees and we came home. My kids are not getting tuckered out for the afternoons.
So, yeah. The revising. I'm knee-deep. If I'm not blogging or tweeting much it's because I'm swimming in edits, only occasionally coming up to breathe. September 1st, I both love and fear you. For the first time I completely understand why the first part of the word
Deadline is "dead." Because I'm dead if I don't make it, dead if I do. From exhaustion, from depression, from too many catastrophic sparks zapping from my head. Well, not all catastrophic. I hope.