Editing, the bane of every writers existence and yet a very vital part of the writing process. I understand this, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it, or that my brain won’t fight it, and fight it, it is.
That said, there is nothing like the re-reading of your work, your brain child, your cursedpilesofpaperthatnobodywilleverreadbecauseitsucks… ahem… please excuse my inner critic. Where was I? Oh yes, there is nothing like re-reading to re-introduce you to the world you created; to reinforce your confidence in your writing. And I have found that… as well as a number of holes that need attention.
I submitted a query letter to an agent about four weeks ago and have been wearing a hole in my e-mail with the constant checking. But now I’m kinda happy agents take their time getting back to you. I’m madly typing away and of course what kind of a writer would I be if my inner critic wasn’t being extremely loud and beating me about the head with my own doubts and insecurities. It’s a wonder I get anything written with all that racket.
And here I thought Hemmingway writing down in Key West was such a glamorous scene, no wonder he drank so much.