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.