Okay, so I finished my first novel. I still haven't named it, but it freaking done. It's current 123k words and at the editor.
I swear, you hear the stories about editing hell, but you truly never really understand what people mean when they say it, until your deep into your fifth re-read of you own novel and your still finding mistakes and/or poorly worded sentences.
I make me want to bang my head against the keyboard out of desperation to be free from it all. Writing a book is tough, but at least that's kinda fun, but the tediousness of editing is something only meant for the truly masochistic. A special bread of warriors who love being abused by words.
We'll either way, its done and I'm free until my editor sends the file back and I add on the finishing touches to it.
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