I finished my line edits tonight. We're deep into the "nonglamorous" portion of the writing life, now. My eyes are tired, I spent the entire day in a soul-crushing office. Came home, fixed dinner, watched a little football with my wife. Then I came in here and stared at line edits for most of an hour. Very. Very. Boring. But it's done. And tomorrow I'll print it out and go through the whole thing one last time, because we want the best, best book on the shelf next year. Never turn in anything less than the best book you can write.
But I've read twenty times? Did you write it first? Because I'm a little tired of this book, and you haven't even had a chance to read it. Honestly. It's a great book. Just don't read it twenty times. It feels a lot like work.
But I've read twenty times? Did you write it first? Because I'm a little tired of this book, and you haven't even had a chance to read it. Honestly. It's a great book. Just don't read it twenty times. It feels a lot like work.