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Bleah. This is the hardest stage of the manuscript, the pure slogging stage, where I am sick unto death of this plot and these characters and whose idea was this anyway? Every word I write reeks of dreck and sewage.
Even worse, I added five pages of revision notes today, pleased that my page count would go up, bringing me ever close to The End. Except, I ended up removing just as many pages as I added. So not only am I stuck in iSuck, but I’m going nowhere too. I formally dub this The Book That Will Not End.
Double bleah.
2 comments:
Hang in there! We are all looking forward to your wonderful final draft. You must be having a hard time, you posted on your blog two days in a row. I recognize procrastination when i see it. :)
Ha! Moi? Procrastinate?
Actually, I think this has less to do with procrastination and more to do with having more time to talk to people (which I consider blogging to be) now that I've jettisoned le part time job.
And thank you for your words of encouragement! I will clutch them to my bosom as I slog ever onward.
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