It has been a minute, world, but I'm back again! Four years ago (we're in 2018, I can't believe it) that I finished Endless Numbered Days and found a publisher who would accept me. The book came out three years ago in May of 2015, and now here I am. Years later, sitting on a new manuscript and digging my heels in on editing.

The editing process has never been something I've flourished at. I can read back through what I wrote, but I either don't criticize it enough or I criticize it too much to the point of hating everything I put down on the page. It's a tough thing for me, but I'm trying really hard. If it wasn't for Mandi Kerr, who is reading the manuscript right now and taking notes on things for me, I'd probably be a totally lost cause.

Bless those who read through writers rough first drafts. Truly.

My goal is to do a couple of heavy edits, and then get back into the whole shopping around for an agent/publisher thing. It's hard, it makes me nauseous, but I feel like this is the book I was meant to write. While Endless Numbered Days was personally satisfying at the time, I feel like the writer I was even a few years ago isn't comparable to the one I am right now. I think I'm better, and I think the story I'm telling this time around is one that will resonate more. Both with me, over time, and hopefully with readers.

So maybe it won't be another million years before the pieces fall together. Even it is, then I wait.

This begs the question though: anyone out there interested in editing a novel in exchange for praise and gratitude? I just really hate doing this you guys.