Just completed the last of my 2nd draft edits for Act 1 of my novel. The last two pages were a bit half assed as one of the edits was “more running, more panic, more stuff’ but the point is its done. 

Now comes the fun part of retyping all of this as my drop box account saved only non writing files because my life is filled with first world problems.

One of those weird moods where I just cant get myself into my writing. I have a good word count for the day, it just feels meh…

"Write. Rewrite. When not writing or rewriting, read. I know of no shortcuts."

Submitting Death of a House and Run today. Maybe Cracks too, for good measure, but only after a good edit. Then working on Where the Pavement Goes and The Red Line. After that, notes on Arrow and if I’m feeling very accomplished I’ll edit my novel or novella as well.

To a day of short stories! (And maybe novel-ing!)

Finishing up this chapter edit for my novel and watching the Hunger Games… again.

Then blogging, reading, and bed. Love Saturdays.

long day at work… finally I can novel. curled up with some chips and salsa, ready to tackle ‘act 2’

"You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write."

About to submit.

Oh gosh.

I. Just. Hit. Send.

Having the biggest mental block in editing.

My feelings after I hit the send button on a submission:

Finally. This scene is edited. Not done. Not perfect. Just edited. It’s now in second draft stages which means I don’t have to look at it for a while. 

I can finally move on to the next scene. Just need to deiced if my frustration level is too high to tackle a chunk of it tonight.