Editing… or re-edit my novel.

What have you been putting off doing? Why?

“You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy books and that’s kind of the same thing.” Anonymous

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to but more that I had lost my heart. Seeing all those years of writing, editing and rewriting stretching before me once again.

I thought I would be busy working on something new but instead, I found myself moving backwards. Then my mind gets stuck in a quandary. Do I carry on writing the new book or do I go back to editing everything I’ve done before? The task just seemed too big.

Stuck on my bed resting a
torn thigh muscle

I was trying to work out what would be best what would be more productive. Suddenly, I running around in circles. Then I start panicking, am I wasting time?

Writing doesn’t pay…. Is it worth wasting more of my time?

Everything became too much for me. I wanted to paint, I wanted to write. I wanted to do the garden but in the end, I’m stuck on a bed with a torn thigh muscle feel depressed, and not doing anything much.

This morning was the first time I felt I could face editing my book again. I have another five weeks lazing on my bed hoping that my thigh muscle will soon be able to take my weight without giving me pain.

So it’s time to get busy editing also I hope to reduce the word count on my novel. I must stay focused because I’ve just discovered our village is going to put on an art show in May next year. It would be lovely if my work was accepted so I’ve decided to get the novel done and submit it to the publisher, so I can focus on producing some new pieces of art for the show.

Happy writing everyone, chat again soon.