It’s been a while, since I worked on my revision. Too long. Oh, I’ve done some rough outlining, some putting pieces into place, but still, too long since I touched the manuscript, itself.
Too much thinking, not enough writing.
And after a while, the two kinda blur in my mind. So, I dredged out the pieces this morning, and looked at them, and… well, some of the things that are so clear in my head just aren’t there on paper. I think–rationally–that I found all the pieces I have. But I’m still looking at the pages, and feeling like… hey, where’s the rest of this?
Well, after a search of my computer, and my email inbox… well, that’s it.
In my mind, there was a lot more written, and–my muse being somewhat egotistical–in my mind, it was absolutely brilliant.
In real life, it’s patchwork, with a little bit of rubber-cement oozing out the seams. There are pieces missing–pieces I can almost recite from memory. And did I write them down?
Well, I’m working on that. And after that, I can start sanding and polishing.