Looks like I’m going have to owe a baking post. The chocolate thing I baked on Friday for our lunch Saturday turned out to be one big disaster. Since my little man is still not feeling well, it would be beyond mean to bake something he can smell but not eat because anything but ice cream it hurts too much.
While he was resting this morning I managed an hour on the balcony with my manuscript. How could I possibly have left it this long? I kept having to remind myself to edit not just read, so I limited myself to 25 pages. Any more than that and I start to lose track of what I’ve said and where I might be repeating myself. But 25 pages in one day isn’t bad. If I can keep that up for a week I’ll be through another draft in no time, and might even be ready to try to look for an agent. Any recommendations?
As much as I might silently berate myself for having left my manuscript alone for so long, I couldn’t help but feel that it might have been a good thing. The interim gave me the chance to revisit some amazing authors, like Toni Morrison and F. Scoot Fitzgerald, and remember what really good writing can be. Sometimes, after a lot of light reading, you need to get back to the good stuff.
Reading about bookshops and book tours in Camino Island made me quite envious of those writers who get to do all things. Not that I in any way feel like less of a writer for being self-published/indie author etc, but it would be nice, wouldn’t it?
It would be so amazing to go to a bookshop or a library, and see my book on the shelves. I know I can see it on Amazon, but it’s not quite the same.
If not this one, maybe the next one.