The good news, for me anyway, I certainly can't speak for you or anyone else, is that I have finished all my revisions for my books under contract.
|It took me a long time to dig that tunnel, but now I'm out of here.|
Now, I'm free to revise a fun time travel middle grade I've been working on for about a year on and off. Anyway, I have no great insights to offer today, mainly because my brain is fogged in from all the revision work I had to do. It's interesting how much effort it took to revise the two manuscripts I had thought were finished. You writers know exactly what I'm talking about. You send something to a publisher, they agree to publish it and then, bango eight months later you get your manuscript sent back so heavily laden with editing comments, it reminds you of a bloated elephant seal barking (or whatever that noise they make is called) and bleating about lack of character insights.
|Oh rats, I thought I was done with all that.|
Of course, because I've spent the last six weeks sitting on my ever expanding derriere, I now not only moan like an elephant seal, I kind of resemble one at least from behind. If you happen upon an enormous, flabby, gray creature barking and dragging through the streets, beware and be gentle. If it's not me, I guarantee its another writer in the middle of revisions. So be kind and give them some sardines or something.