Anyway... I'm rambling already. The point is... I hate editing. Not so much working with my editor, because, she is fantastic and so fun to work with, but to be more specific, I hate self-editing.
I've already written it. I'm excited about my work, yet, I have to go over it with a fine-tooth comb and polish it to a sheen. It isn't creative, exciting or fun to do. It's boring and tedious and the absolute devil of a thing to deal with doing before the finished product is even close.
I have a feeling my process is different than most. I have no idea how to write, I wasn't trained by some famous novelist in college andI'm not the offspring of some industry idol. I do it the same way I do everything in life - my way. I begin by writing my rough draft in my word processing program. I then go over it once, while it is still on my screen and fix anything that stands out. Afterwards, I print the rough draft, take a yellow highlighter and a pen to it and change basically every other sentence to make it more fluid. I'm always finding better adjectives, changing the way I word things or adding details.
Then, after the hard copy is worked over and barely recognizable from the draft that it began as, I go back into the word processing program and make the changes I've made in the hard copy. Is this the easiest way to do this, you may ask? Undoubtedly, no, I'm sure it's not. But it's my way, and I need to see it on paper,plus I have a feeling any editor would probably take a hit out on me if I even considered submitting something to them that I hadn't taken all these steps to ensure was somewhere near readable.
So basically, right now I am the equivalent to a PMS'ing bear whose cub has been stolen. I am not happy with life, I am exhausted and I am trying my very best to remember that feeling of getting the final copy and knowing that my manuscript will soon be bound in a lovely cover and ready to sit on my shelf.
Enough procrastinating. Back to the trenches.