I’ve been working on this southern fiction book longer than I want to admit. But, it’s so much better than the first book I wrote, which will forever languish in a drawer somewhere. Part of the reason this book is better has to do with all the editing I’ve done, hence the red pen.
I’m still working on the book. I need some stretches of uninterrupted time to focus on it.
I’m sure other people have a better system than I do, but my process to get to the typed sheets with the red pen is messy.
Frankly, it’s messy even when it’s in the typed form.
Sometimes I wish I weren’t compelled to write. But I am. I always have been. I’m sure I always will be..