A Little Help from my Friends
My wife always says, that when looking at a new house to buy, if you like the way it looks in winter, with leafless trees and the drab gray of frost, then you will like it ten times more in the summer, when it is in full bloom.
Writing is like that. The actual writing, in some secluded corner, often airless and friendless, with the only company your characters, it can resemble 'bleak midwinter'.
But, when the initial draft is finished, and rested, then comes the first blossoms of friendship, as you hunt down those people who will help you proof and edit. Others add suggestions, some offer tech help. In the end, by the time this piece of work is ready for the reading world, and you look back at the project as a whole, you see that it is summer, your 'tree', so to speak, is in full blossom and leaf. Colors carry the faces of people, like Jennifer Moorman and L. Jay Scott, and Rachel Oline Boruff, and all is right with the world.
Writing is like that. The actual writing, in some secluded corner, often airless and friendless, with the only company your characters, it can resemble 'bleak midwinter'.
But, when the initial draft is finished, and rested, then comes the first blossoms of friendship, as you hunt down those people who will help you proof and edit. Others add suggestions, some offer tech help. In the end, by the time this piece of work is ready for the reading world, and you look back at the project as a whole, you see that it is summer, your 'tree', so to speak, is in full blossom and leaf. Colors carry the faces of people, like Jennifer Moorman and L. Jay Scott, and Rachel Oline Boruff, and all is right with the world.
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