I must admit to something. I have not started editing until just last night. But, on the other, more optimistic, hand: I started editing last night! ^_^ In my defense, I have been sick and feeling quite dead for the past few days. I could barely pay attention to the screen in front of me, which is no state to edit in. I would probably have made my book worse if I tried to edit like that. <--Valid excuse!! *cough* Anyways, I did begin editing last night. And you know what? I edited for 45 whole minutes! You know how…

We write and write and write, working so hard, long hours, days on end, sleepless nights, much coffee consumption, and then it is finally over… Or is it? After working on a long book, there is no better feeling than finishing it. Something I rarely do but get so much pleasure out of it once it is done. I feel like celebrating, telling everyone I know, jumping up and down and squealing a little…then a realization comes to me that brings me back to my feet, painfully. Editing. Oh editing, I hate it. Writing is so much fun, but then…