I’m doing that thing you do after re-writes. Reading the whole manuscript through.
My editor gave me a stunningly accurate set of notes (all the more galling that she is right, but she is; entirely). I have done my best.
The story is reading OK. I still have question marks. The more I talk to highly experienced authors the more I’m realising that doesn’t go away. But there has to be a point when I stop picking for pickings sake and say – ‘that is good enough.’
I’m not at the point where I hate it. I like it. But since when did an author have enough objectivity to address anything regarding the quality of her own work. Am I proud of it? Not quite yet. I’ll feel better when I have a sense of how much more needs to be done when it’s had a good, professional once over.
Am I pleased I’ve written it? Hell yes. Paradise, Gabriel and Josh have become friends.
What will I do after my deadline next week? Long weekend moving into our new bedroom. Then ‘Duty of Care’ is needing it’s ending thanks to Dreda Says Mitchell.