Remember when I said The next time I see this should be when the Fed Ex delivery person hands me the box of page proofs?
The project manager separated the overall editor-review-edit from the copy-edit. I have to handle the copy-edit in two weeks.
I have a book to hand in a month and a half from now, a book that is going very slowly due to circumstances that are pretty much beyond my control. I may have to add an extra day to Liam’s daycare schedule every week instead of every two weeks if I’m going to lose a week to handling copy-edits.
On the somewhat more optimistic side of things, I can see the manuscript beginning to come together in some sort of odd way. It’s almost as if different portions of it are filling out or inflating into a somewhat recognisable shape, while other parts are still dead and flat. I need more of it to be alive so that I can connect more dots and deepen the exploration.
It’s not alive yet. That’s the problem. And I don’t know how to fix it. At some point it will magically happen, and then things will flow and connections will spider through the manuscript of their own accord, but until then every day is a slog uphill, pushing a ball of jumbled words and loose letters.
Yeah. Writing things like that is like waving a big red flag at the Universe and shouting: “Come on, I dare you!”
Best of luck!
I have been meaning for quite some time to stop by here and learn more about you. I knew I liked you, but not I’m quite fascinated. I read a little of your bio and think you’re jsut wonderful and I do hope some day to meet you. I’m so glad you found me! I have been thinking of myself trying to write as I get older and maybe get to do what I want with my life (instead of pay bills, you know), but I never quite know what to write about. I have an active imagination, an enourmous amount of reading that I’m always in the middle of, but I can’t seem to find something I really want to write about.
Sorry, that should read “…now I’m quite fascinated…”