I’m approaching the end of my millionth manuscript revision. This happenstance was the result of some feedback from a query. I took said advice to a new level and basically rewrote my novel.
The challenge was at first thrilling. Then exhausting. Now I’m approaching the last three chapters and I simply feel stunned. The arc of my progress is like a trip and fall against the sharp edge of a bed frame. I’m certain I’ll find myself groping my head wondering if I’m still all there.
Needless to say, survival will call for champagne.