I have now - officially - finished editing the first 100 pages or 20,00 words of my fantasy novel.
Now I feel like we're finally making so progress.
Editing can feel like a bit of drag and a drain at times. Like all my creativity is being sucked - quite literally - down the drain.
How is it possible to sit in front of a laptop and NOT write for weeks on end?
And I have this wonderful new story idea and it's nagging, nagging, nagging at me to just get on and WRITE it. Its characters are dancing around in my head, wearing lovely new colours in a crisp, new and enchanting world, and they whisper (or shout, as the mood takes them) their own particular secrets to me. How can I resist?
But I must EDIT!
I may go insane before this process is over. This blog isn't subtitled "musings from the borderlands of sanity" for nothing, you know.