I spent some time revising one of my novels. It felt really good. I haven’t touched it in a year and I was happy that the story held my attention still. What makes me even happier is that I’m a better writer now. That’s nice.
I had a chapter, which I’ve known for a while was a problem. I kept trying to fix it by tweaking things and today, after some encouragement from Joy, I tossed it and rewrote from scratch. My God that felt liberating. It’s stronger, does what I want it to do and was surprisingly easy. Why did I wait so long?
