Today I finally sat down and worked with the MG I want to revise. For the past almost two months I took notes as ideas percolated but I knew better than to touch the manuscript for fear of making BlearyBrain-induced mistakes.
I kept wondering if I was finally ready to get out the pen and scissors, and as the days passed without touching the ms I began to think I’d never screw up the courage to give it another try.
But today I tried and it felt good. The revisions are going to be lots of work but I’m confident I can do the job. And the best part is I still love the story. It’s good. And when I’m done, it’s going to be even better.
The miracle of revision.