Diary of Being a Writer; Week 234

We sold the house; I get some time to write/edit.

Brilliant news,the house is sold, and I had some time to edit my book.

Getting both done was an immense weight off of my shoulders.

The feelings of overwhelming stress and the constant worry about houses, opens, settlement dates, bridging loans, and the auction are over. Now we just have to pack up and move.

And I have to finish the edits.

I printed the entire book, sat down with my red pen, and read the whole thing out loud.

So many mistakes, so many typos. However, having done that, if I wanted to I could theoretically send it back to my agent now. I have made all the changes she asked for and checked them.

But I won’t. Not yet.

I want this book to be the best it can be and although at this minute I am not sure I have the skill to improve it (not because it is perfect, far from it) but because it will never be at the standard I would like. It is probably the best I can do right now, but I want to be sure; I want to make another pass.

I wrote a prologue for it the other day and submitted it to my writers group and the moment I did I regretted it. While there is nothing inherently wrong with it, apart…