The best way to avoid editing, of course, is to dive right into the next book. I keep trying not to do that, but with the way my fascination with/ideas for Sheridon keep growing…sigh.
I have two books finished, needing minor editing. Another book, the first in story chronology as well as the first written, needs major editing, but the story is, at least, done. I have 85,536 words on the current effort, and I’ve almost reached the end. That will make four complete written books.
About time I started trying to get published, don’t you think? Me too. But first I have to edit something, and I’d really just rather write. About Sheridon. Who’s really cool. See, I got this idea–
Sigh, again. Onward. I must, I will, edit this summer! School will be out in a month, I’ll worry about it then. Somehow, I’m sure, I can manage to edit and write at the same time. Can’t I? Because I don’t see how I can put Sheridon on hold to work on a story I already know.
That’s why I write, you know. To see what happens to this fascinating person who appeared in my brain one day. It’s so fun, to just follow where they lead.
Every time I say something like that, though, or how I think I might be near the end of the book, or how someone did something and I don’t know why, BJ laughs so hard she cries. And gasps something about the reasons the first novel came in at 914 pages.
Whereupon I remind myself she is my friend, and I love her, and I better not throw things at her.