Dread it. Run from it. Destiny still arrives. — & no. Thanos isn’t coming.
This is an entirely different thing and it’s not coming for me, I’m coming for it!
What am I talking about, you wonder? Well.
I’ve spent the last couple of weeks working on my second novel. — I’m 20,000 words in.
The first novel, as some of you already know, is complete. I haven’t even looked at it in like 2 & a half weeks. — After editing it I was like, I can’t even look at this anymore. — And at the time my eyes were the only ones that had ever seen it in its entirety. — I was second-guessing everything and over-editing like you wouldn’t believe. Or maybe you would, I don’t know.
Anyhow. I sent it out for some feedback and now that I have some, I’m going to polish up a few things with that feedback in mind and run back through it again so that I can send it back out for a second round of feedback.
I haven’t laid eyes on it in a while. So one of two things will happen.
- I will read it & decide it’s the best written piece of creative work mankind will ever see.
- I will read it & decide it’s the worst written piece of creative work mankind will ever see.
Cause y’all know there won’t be an ounce of wiggle room. We can only hope! 😉
So that’s what I was referring to. I dread it, but there is no running from it. Destiny shall arrive! — Ah, oh well. It has to get done.
Y’all stick around. I’ll update you in a couple of days & let you know which way it went. I’ll either come on here all elated or a sobbing mess. — Okay, I won’t really be crying. But! dramatic effect guys, dramatic effect. (I have no idea what I’m talking about now. I’m kindly going to stop wasting your time.)