Does it mean I get to go to bed having completed at least 3/4ths of the things on my list? How about half? How about if I manage to get at least one thing done? Was I productive?
I don’t know.
So, I’m editing my book and it’s turning into a bigger challenge than I imagined it would be. Not because the editing is tedious, but because my story is pulling me back into my past – a time I’m all too happy to leave unvisited. I’m reading things that I no longer remember doing or saying – things I remembered word for word when I wrote the book nearly ten years ago. Details and events and conversations are bringing up uncomfortable memories of times I figured were long buried.
I guess a lot has happened since then.
I’m removing parts of the story. Saturation, my memoir, moves along fluidly without them and they’re reminiscent of journal entries. If you don’t have the first copy, I will be unpublishing it as soon as this 2nd edition is finished. My goal was to have this ready by March, ten years to the month since the 1st edition, but now I’m not sure it’ll be ready by then. Parts of the story are requiring a lot of consideration and honestly, I’ll be glad to never pick this book up again.
I’ve decided that rather than complete a specific number of pages every day, I’ll work on it every day and leave it at that. Some days, I may write two pages and other days I may write 15. By forcing myself to complete a specific number of pages every day, I managed to turn editing my work into a chore. Something I dread doing. I don’t want to have that kind of an attitude toward my work. It took me 18 months to write the first edition and while it may not be a masterpiece, I did write and publish a book. I’m a little pleased with myself about it and I want to at least look forward to fine-tuning what I consider an accomplishment.