Life got away from me last week, mainly because I had my nose to the grindstone. I got my line edits done, leaving proofreading as the final editing step.
Now comes the breathless waiting to see if I'll get my proofreading done before my release in February.
This has been very educational, although emotionally difficult. I'm fairly thick-skinned when it comes to my work. I can appreciate constructive criticism and I'll swallow my pride to learn. But that doesn't mean I don't have the self-esteem crashes and "But that's not what I meant!" soundtrack wailing in my head.
My book is better for having been edited and I'm very grateful to everyone who has taken the time and energy to think about it and teach me what to do.
I've done considerable reworking on the plot for Metamorphosis. Things feel tighter and more interesting now. I'm going back to a weekly word goal. If I want to have my draft done for end of July, I need to do it. 4000 words a week. No exceptions. No excuses.