I'm so glad no one ever said this would be easy~
Last month, I announced to my friends and family on Facebook, that I'd finally (after 8 years) finished my manuscript. I may have been jumping the gun a little when I said it was finished (OK, I did); however, I felt that just having all the scenes written was a major accomplishment.
Writing 90,000 words worth of scenes took for...ev...er.., as you who write, very well know. I'm finding that this initial writing wasn't really the hard part. That was the fun part. The brainstorming part. The creative blast that soaked my computer screen with untapped, completely pure thoughts/characters/images/places and events.
Now the real work begins. A nasty little transition called Line Edits. This is where I take all my nicely squared pieces and patch them together. In a way that reads smoothly AND makes sense. If you understood my brain, you would see why this is not a good process for me.
It is frustrating.
It is taking forever.
I cry daily.
I hate this manuscript.
Most of the time I feel like a horrible wanna-be who can't. write.worth. a. damn.