I have no valid reason that my novel, Debris, is sitting on the shelf waiting for me to finish updating my final edits. Marked all up in red, and being satisfied with lucky draft number thirteen, it should be a no-brainer to make the revisions to my manuscript. Except I haven’t, and I’m not.
I can come up with great excuses – kids mauling me on snow days, working on my new novel (Life as a Teenage Mutant), getting my website up and running for 2011, getting a query ready for magazine pieces, and editing other writers’ work. And although those are valid tasks that keep me busy, and even make me money, (hallelujah!) they all lend a graceful hand to my procrastinating nature.
I have to tell you – editing your work, and by that I mean editing and re-editing and re-editing, is incredibly difficult. Actually, more tedious than difficult, but either way, it was a harder process for me than actually writing the novel. I can see how much cleaner the writing is, the story is tighter, and the edits have made the novel itself so much better. But the task of revising my work over and over was exhausting, and quite honestly I need a break from my wonderfully messed up and carefully crafted world of Debris.
I did have time this morning to work on it, but instead decided to craft you this very special holiday wish. Maybe I should change careers – I may suit maracas more than the keyboard…