In my last post, I was proud to announce that I reached the end of my book. I knew back then that editing would be the next step, no surprise, so I leaped in: and I feel like I’m still falling.
I re-write a sentence, then re-write the whole paragraph, then go back two chapters to lineate ideas, add a reference or hint here and there, then go back to what I was writing, only to start the process again in the next paragraph.
This is not frustrating. I think it’s fun, and I’m enjoying it. But I can work for 4-5 hours and have so little to show for it. I want to go home and say, “I made great progress! Let me tell you all about it!” but instead I say very little because I only actually got through four paragraphs. And, I definitely don’t want to think about it, but those four paragraphs will likely get revised again later. Sooo….
That’s why there has been radio silence from me for almost two months. Wish I could blame the holidays, but those haven’t slowed me writing much.
However, today I CAN say that I’m now editing chapter 6! Which is really chapter 5, because I cut a whole chapter… but only 13 chapters left to go!
Even while I am editing my Alaska book (I really need a title), I’ve been jotting down notes about the next book I want to write. I want to change locations, focusing instead on my family history in Tawas City, Michigan. I want to be finished with my Alaska book by this time next year, so hopefully I can launch into the Michigan book in 2023.