So, I’ve been doing yet another draft on the book. My critique partner went over a couple of chapters and felt I didn’t have the youthful voice down yet. Once that clicked, I started over. This book has now had three complete drafts.
Today, I polished the last three chapters–or what I thought were the last three. Decided to rewrite the last chapter from scratch. Did that today, too. I’m very, very tired right now.
So, I have to polish that last chapter. But I uploaded the other eighteen chapters to Rachel today.
I’ve worked on this story so much, I can no longer see it objectively. I think it’s good. Hope so. Hope Rachel thinks so, too. I’m so ready to have a second book out there circulating. But as of right now… I’M SICK OF THIS STORY. Need to set it aside for a little while. Will do so while it’s being critiqued. Don’t worry. I’ll love it again. I have this urge to read it all the way through after this last polish, but really, I’ll just find stuff and well, it’s better to wait on Rachel and let it sit.
So… what has been failing during my POLISH FOG?
Laundry. (Mom? Is anything clean?)
Clean bathrooms. (Took care of those this morning before the massive polish/rewrite phase. Was stunned. Book Fogless eyes see so much more.)
Job hunting. (Okay, been doing this at same time, but the process is so unbelievably frustrating.)
Fun. (Between working so hard and the job hunting, fun has been conspicuously absent. Must remedy.)