There has been such a flurry of activity in my little corner
of the world that I can only conclude that some of the persistence has paid
off.
There was packing (and now unpacking), moving, and of course
this:
Then there was travelling and reading and relaxing, and now,
now there is the editing. I started
working on the manuscript again this weekend, and I was encouraged by the fact
that there was no cringing or recoiling from what I found on the page. (Sometimes I find that when I work in great,
deadline-induced bursts it is followed by some sort of amnesia…I am usually
half-surprised to find just what it is I’ve written.) Of course, I may start to feel differently as
I move deeper into the novel, but just now I am encouraged, relieved, and
excited to do the work.
