I'm learning that while I can write a novel in a month the idea of editing makes me physically ill. Okay maybe not physically ill but I avoid it like it's going to cause some type of gastrointestinal upset. All the ideas for where I want it to go and what I need to do live in my head right now. It's as easy as opening the file and adding a few chapters...wait not chapters because I haven't edited that damn thing into chapters yet. It's a 100+ page word document as it stands right not. Intimidating, right? I'm not here for that. I need to be here for it but I'm not. I'm never going to get published like this, though. I need to sit down every day and spend an hour or two with the book making it make sense to someone other than myself. I guess I should go ahead and set that goal for myself. It should be easy since I spend so little time on Facebook and Twitter now. I'm going to start on Monday.
Stop side eyeing me...I am.
On Monday I'm going to take at least 30 minutes a day and edit. I need chapters and I need more character development and I need a few other things. Since editing is one of my 30 by 30 items it's time to get on it. I may have already crossed one off my list. I'll officially share that later. I want to make sure it's juuuusssstttt right before I say it's off the list. I'm pretty sure I could just mark it off but you know...I'm weird.
Anywhoodle, editing. Monday. I edit hard. After the gym and a snack and Pretty Little Liars. Okay whatever I'm gonna edit.