Okay, just finished draft número tres. Three down, how many to go?
I have no idea. ¡Ay, caramba!
I’m snow-blind with this manuscript right now…I can’t even see the words. And man oh man I’m tired of it. I just keep trying to focus on how much I’m learning about the editing process and not focus on the fact that, as far as I can tell right now, I have written the most boring, stupid book ever written by any person ever. Ever.
I’m starting to wonder if I shoulda taken this guy’s advice.
On another, less whiny note, we’ve seen a couple of good movies lately. We saw Moneyball last weekend and I enjoyed it even though it was very basebally and I’m not a huge baseball fan. And this past Saturday we went to see 50/50, and I highly recommend it. Hubby said he saw 50/50 described as The Hangover meets Terms of Endearment. I don’t know about that, but I do know that you should go see it.
will watch it soon!
I was just telling my partner last night how I really like my novels right after I’ve finished writing them. I continue to like them through the first edit. Then the loves begins to die. Each subsequent pass through lessens the love until I’m in the active dislike category. It sucks.