Editing is Hard....

Sometimes editing makes me want to crawl in a hole and die. 

I just submitted my MG Novel to an editor, expensive and exciting, and I am waiting to see if they are the perfect match. While I wait, I am going through lots of edits for my YA romance/mystery “Diving for Love”.

And phew, I am in the thick of edits. Hundreds of little things to change and a handful of big rocks to mull over and apply throughout the whole manuscript. And as I make these big changes, deadly thoughts often come into a new author’s mind to give up.

It’s too hard.

They hate my writing. 

Your students write better than you do. (This one comes more than you’d think.)

And I could give up, but I wasn’t made for that!

If you are going to keep going, you have to start looking for the reasons why you love writing. And my biggest motivator is going back to those favorite chapters or scenes that you wrote that were spot on…and brilliant.

So as I continue to write in a mud puddle of inky mess, here are some brilliant one-liners from my current WIP that I love and that help me remember that I need to keep going with this writing thing. 

These excerpts are pulled from the chapter where the main character is meeting her new love interest’s mom who is kind of a witch! Fun, right? 

The door opened, and a lady dressed in a knee-length black dress and clickety hills peered out at me. Skinny as a fishing rod with short blonde hair that fell in waves around her shoulders. She was the perfect opposite of a modern housewife. Manicured nails that had probably never touched more than mineral bath water, hair that was completely in place, and clothes that never went on sale.

She blinked a few times before looking at the plate of cookies like they were chocolate-covered cockroaches. She noticeably gritted her teeth, making her look like a skinny horse chewing on straw.

Mrs. Williams face straightened immediately and the fake smile came back. “Well aren’t you as cute as a bug.” Her sugary, sweet temperament set my teeth on edge, and I couldn’t help picturing myself in bug form, being squashed by her stiletto heels.

A few seconds after, the door swung open and I turned to see Mrs. Williams coming toward me, her green eyes flashing. She looked like a bull ready to attack, and I didn’t want to become aftermath on Sam’s front lawn.

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