Every morning I drop the girls off at daycare and head to my favorite Starbucks and sit at whatever table I can find. I crack open my computer and get to work. I check my email. I write whatever articles or blog posts are pending. And then I turn my attention to my book.
For a while the edits were going great. I’d open up the file and dive in, adding details where details were sparse, tightening up text where it rambled, fixing things that just didn’t work. It was fun.
For the first 60 or so pages.
Now I just want to be done. Or rather I want to be writing.
I’m so far from the time when I was actively writing the book, thinking about plotlines, worrying about characters and situations, and I miss the rush that I got from it.
All this editing just feels like homework and it’s not nearly as fun.
I’m caught in a catch-22. If I were motivated, the edits would be going faster, but I’m not, so I’m dragging my feet and they are taking forever, which is killing what little motivation I have.
I think that I might attempt to work on my query letter this week, both as an incentive to get the edits done, and as a way to catch some serious holes in the story. And I’ll be writing again, which I know is going to help me get all motivated about this story again.
And I really need to, because I so want to be done with this book so I can get on to the next one.