On Sunday, I finished the revisions on my January 2016 release, Keeper of the Stars. The last two weeks were really gruesome. I didn’t pull any real all-nighters but I came close. Groan. And when I saw the graphic saying “Done is better than perfect,” I almost shouted Amen. I will never write a perfect book. At some point, I have to stop writing or revising or editing. I have to be done.
Some writers love revisions. I can’t go that far. I don’t love them. They’re hard. What I love is knowing a book is getting better with each tweak, so it is definitely worth the long hours it takes to accomplish.
But sometimes I think my brain will explode as I try to remember new things I’ve added and what things I’ve removed. I make a lot of notes to myself, but I never seem to keep track of everything. Which means I have to keep going back through the manuscript to find out if I really did write this or cut that.
Anyway, the revisions are in the hands of my wonderful editor now. Before I know it, the line edits will hit me in the back of the head. It always happens faster than I’m ready for.
While I wait for those line edits to arrive, I’m trying to get a new series idea on paper. For the stories I have in mind, it is more important for me to create a cast of characters and get the theme of the series nailed down. So I’m doing a lot of pacing and mumbling to myself and thumbing through several character-naming books. That’s all part of the process.
For the first time in over 25 years, I don’t already have my next year’s writing schedule mapped out. That feels very weird. I’m a writer who likes to plan her schedule. Even if deadlines move around a bit, I like to know the starting point.
Four and a half years ago today, I had breast cancer surgery. I bring it up because my daughter has just been diagnosed with breast cancer. An almost identical diagnosis as my own. She is now deciding on her treatment options. If you have a moment when you read this, would you lift Micki in prayer. It means so much to us both.