Self-Editing

Last night was wild. (I should have showed that, but instead I've decided to tell you before I show you. Huge writing blunder. One of my favs.)

I'm not sure if I should go into a great amount of detail about last night. In fact, I know I shouldn't. Let me just say, I was up editing my novel until 4:00 in the morning. The thought of revisiting my book today makes me want to stick my fingers into a blender and press the puree button. Ok, that was a little graphic, but you get the idea.

Self-Editing can do that to a person. It can take you from the huge high of having your manuscript requested to the deep, dark swamp of self-doubt and loathing. One minute you're a literary genius about to grace the world with your awesomeness, the next, you're curled up in the fetal position gasping for breath. Dramatic? Totally. But that's the nature of this beast we call writing. There are highs and lows. In the end, we need to focus on the bigger picture. The end result. (Imagine me looking in the mirror, trying to psych myself up. Working to see passed the heavy bags under my eyes and to block out the sound of my kids arguing in the next room. Can you say, HEADACHE?!)