If you read my blog last week, I was firmly in the midst of beating an unruly manuscript into submission. I was mistakenly lulled into believing that this was a factual thought on my part.
Being an optimist, I am frequently pulled into situations that leave me believing that things are going to be alright. Boy, when am I going to learn?
Now as far as being an optimist goes, I think that’s something I’ll hold on to. Thinking everything is going to be alright has its merits and disappointments.
Case in point: Manuscripts you have tricked yourself into believing you have conquered; as if there were such a thing.
My editor and I had crossed wires and we were both speeding the opposite direction down different highways. Things became more misconstrued as we continued to travel.
Finally, we slammed on brakes realizing our conundrum. We jumped on board the same vehicle and I can now tentatively say, we’re on the same page.
This book, just like last week, is my latest offering, “Terminal Core,” which is headed to the printer even as we speak.
I feel as though I have read this book in its many forms 30 times or more. In fact, I just completed the novel last week, the week before and probably the week before that.
The one shining star in the middle of this bedlam is after the proof comes from the printer, I get to read it one more time.
As crazy as this seems, it’s all a part of the process known as…ah…well…I’m not sure whatcha call spending months to pen a novel, months to rewrite and edit said novel, send to a publisher, then spend large amounts of time with an editor thrashing out the final details.
I guess the best way to describe it would be blocks of fun, with intermittent periods of horror. Remember, the underpinning and solid foundation of success (at least in my case) leads me to rely on prayer.
Give it a try sometime if you take a mind to; it just may surprise you.
Don’t be afraid to jump in with both feet, it’s really not as bad as I described. Actually, it’s a lot of fun and I feel fortunate God gave me this task to contend with each day.
Now, where’d I leave that fountain pen?