I reached a point in a scene where the scenery and feel changed.
It felt like a natural stopping point, so I decided to call it a day on the editing front. I’d been at it a while. I felt good about what I’d done. I knew that I must’ve gotten through quite a bit.
I highlighted the section I had edited to measure the word count.
It’s like I had done nothing at all, and it felt like pulling teeth.
So here’s a fun fact: I hate editing.
Not only that, but my pace is abysmal. Since starting the editing process over two weeks ago, I have accomplished little. I haven’t managed to create a system where I edit every day, and, thus far, I’ve only edited ~4,700 words.
My novel is currently sitting at ~92,000 words.
At a rate of 500 words edited per day, it’ll take me about 184 days to edit my novel.
That’s just the first pass. I’m sure a second will be required.
This is not a strong start.
While editing has been sucking the life out of me, writing has continued to be fun.
As I posted earlier, I have continued to write, because I want to continue to exercise the fiction production muscle.
Of course, writing has provided a perfect excuse to procrastinate about editing. As it turns out, I love to create far more than I like to refine what I have created.
A few days ago, a new character and idea came to me in a flash, and I’ve already plugged out ~4,000 words on it. Over the course of 3 days. And I have all the enthusiasm in the world for continuing to develop the idea.
Which would be disastrous for my editing process.