This book has been written for some time and the manuscript was sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

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I’m getting behind

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Not only does the reality of life get in the way of writing, but so do plot holes, and I guess this is why, in this sort of writing situation, it doesn’t pay to go back and read over some of what’s written unless you have to, which now I do.

I have.

And now wish I hadn’t. It’s a point where I feel like I’m getting bogged down.

The purpose of the exercise is to move forward, and I’m trying to, but the fact is, my subconscious was working overnight and pointed out a problem.

Why couldn’t I just wake up and imagine I was a No 1 bestselling author?

I tried to leave it alone, but it wasn’t going to happen. I had to fix it before going on.

It added a few hundred words, so now it’s back to burning the midnight oil yet again so that this part reads the way its supposed to.

I knew there was a reason why I didn’t like editing!