Aw Spring 🙂
My favorite time of the year 😀 Not only for the green grass, tree blossoms, bursting flowers, and birds chirping, but I do enjoy going through my stuff to see if anything needs to be tossed out or reorganized.
Clothes – simple. I’m not too attached, but I’m never getting rid of my geeky shirts.
Knickknacks and what-not – kind of simple. Though I’m running out of space on my shelves so I probably should get rid of a few.
Books – impossible. I mean they’re my children. I can’t get rid of them, but I should get rid of a few. Only a few books I know I will never read or never read again.
Ugh, this is going to be so hard . . .
Annnnnnd it was more than a few . . . ow my heart 😥
Another thing I decided to do was to move all my notes, drawings, and sticky notes for my WIP from their beautiful chest to an actual binder with tabs and folders! #organizationgoals
I feel sad, yet satisfied . . . it’s a weird feeling. Oh, well. I can put Book 2 notes in the chest now until I get a new binder.
I also rearranged and vacuumed my room – for the millionth time (not exaggerating).
Okay . . . going through draft 7 and applying changes, but . . . I don’t know. I was planning on sending this one out to another group of beta readers, and once I fix the changes they suggest, I send it off to an editor. But I don’t think I’m ready. My story isn’t ready.
I know that people say that I can’t just keep editing and revising and editing, that at some point I’m going to have to stop and move the story along, but I really, really believe that it isn’t ready. I believe I can do better. I know I can. I’ve learned SO much since the day I finished the first draft, things that I wish my 18-year-old self knew back then.
This current draft just doesn’t feel “right.” It still holds lines, paragraphs, and descriptions from draft 1 (though only a few). It feels choppy. So, I’m going to completely rewrite it without the guide of one of the other drafts. So, far, it’s going well.