Here I am, working (slowly, but definitely working) on revising my novel. I’m working quietly, not disturbing anyone. But then, life gets in the way.
Suddenly, I have three assignments. Homework.
And suddenly, work has come to a complete stop on my revising. Which is hard work, by the way. Who said it was easy?
No one? Oh.
I feel that I was mislead into thinking that there would be a “Huh, this revision thing isn’t too bad. It’s actually kind of fun” stage before the “Argh! My writing sucks” stage. But no, I jumped straight into the “Argh! My writing sucks” stage.
Every time I look at my WIP, I cringe. I know my writing gets better somewhere, but it certainly isn’t chapter one. Or chapter two.
Well, back to the assignments. Revision will probably continue on the weekend.