The unglamorous side of writing

One year ago today, I finished writing what will be my next book. I hit the send button, closing a tab in my brain that had been open for over six years. The initial work was complete. The book, the one that I’d been trying to write since 2015, was finally finished.

44,444 words written in 4 months. Crazy.

And then the next phase(s) began. Completing the developmental editing process. Sharpening what needed to be sharpened. Killing more than a few of my darlings, in that way Stephen King ...