Life moves pretty fast.
It was literally only a week ago that I was finishing the first draft of the book. Once a book is drafted, things start moving. The drafting takes several months, as you well know. Looking back, I started tracking my word counts the first week of February, but I’d been working on it for three months before that.
The revising, though? Weeks, sometimes days. I think part of that is the excitement of realizing there’s really a book now, after all the months of work and thought and prayer and frustration, that a story exists, start to finish, that someone can actually sit down and read. It is a moment of longing and of fear. It’s both celebratory and scary. Reading the manuscript through the first time after you type the end is fraught. But it’s good fraught. It’s hopeful fraught.
So, how do I go about this meaningful step in the process?
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