I love writing, I love watching worlds and characters come to life… but I hate editing.
I’ll write chapters. Then they sit…waiting…for months. It’s so long that I know them off-by-heart, and by the time I go back around to them for their ‘cleaning up’ I can’t do it because I literally cannot take this sledgehammer to the little parts that give my novel life.
It’s like slowly chipping away at pillars, terrified that one wrong move and you’ll watch your own masterpiece crumble to dust before your eyes.
My plan was the edit this whole novel during my winter break from work. To have it semi-readable before I go back, but it’s turned into a mental battle rather than a physical one.
I’m only on chapter 3 and I hate this novel a little bit more the longer I work on it, but I know the longer I work on it, the more likely I am to start liking it again…
I can see why most writers are alcoholics.