It’s me again, revisions
Once again, I grace the hallowed halls of your social media to rant about the perils of line edits and revisions. Sorry if this does NOT interest you. Keep scrolling in that case. I will be back with silliness on another post.
For now, though, I am feeling very anxious. Not about Covid-19, no. I got over that in the second or third week of quarantine. No, I am feeling a nausea in my belly about revisions.
This book already has 351 single-spaced pages, over 92k in word count. (when I make it double-spaced OY VEY!) it has 10,732 lines. That means I have to consider each and every one of those over 10k lines and decide what goes and what stays.
Yes, nausea. Maybe a little bit of burping. Digesting this information is a little overwhelming. But I must do it. I must make it tight and concise and entertaining and oh so readable. And I will. Sometime if I ever get off my blog and work on it.
It’s so nice to be able to be home and work on these revisions with focus and fervor though. I have been treating it as a job since I don’t have one at the moment. (if you want to hire me for anything writing-related, here I am!)
Also, I have been considering re-covering some of my work. Give them all new faces, and maybe get some new readers. So much to do, so little time!
Ah well, revisions are awaiting me.
I hope you are having a good day. Stay alive and check on me sometimes. I am so deep into this book, I miss taking baths and eating meals!