...and more editing.
Novel One is done. Done-done. Like, I'm not touching it to make big changes again unless someone who wants to give me money for it says, "I'll take it, but you need to fix X, Y, and Z." Of course, I'll read it again, because I'm a dork and I like to read my own stuff. It would be nice if I didn't find any more typos, but I will. Which will probably make me want to put my fist through the screen and just electrocute myself as punishment.
Next project is to make Novel Two pretty so I can let my favorite writing partner have a look at it. Having another set of brain cells rake over your muck makes it so much better. It's also very interesting to see what your stuff looks like through another person's filters and not nearly as painful or embarrassing as I thought it would be.
After that, Novel Three gets moved page by page from spiral notebooks to the computer. Severe butt death shall ensue, but it's always worth it to see the last page typed in and saved and toasted with a shot of Jack.
This is so much fun. Seriously. No sarcasm. The amount of joy this gives me, even when it feels tedious, is inexplicable.
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