I’ve just finished editing my new novel. It went FAR too well! Isn’t it supposed to be harder? Shouldn’t I have been slaving away over the terribleness of it for months on end, if not years? I only added about 500 extra words and didn’t have to change anything much. This is immensely worrisome. Either I’m being too easy on myself or I can’t see the screamingly obvious weaknesses. Whichever it is doesn’t bode well. There is a SLIM chance that it might actually be okay: after all, I did spend months on planning and pre-writing. I worked out everything beforehand: character development, plot, order of events. I worked hard and fast which meant that by the time I came to write the novel, it didn’t die on the page, which has happened to me before. In fact, the heroine came to life having started off as a stereotype. So perhaps I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. Though I might try to find myself a beta-reader (scary thought.....)
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