I’m currently revising 50 pages of my novel WITCHES, HEALERS, AND THIS THING CALLED THE FUTURE for a publishing company that’s interested.
I have to laugh, because whenever I need to start revising something, I do the same thing everytime. It’s routine:
First, I have to find just the right music to listen to. Okay, good, Emily Wells. She’s perfect to write to.
Now it’s a pressing need to check if anybody has sent me messages on MySpace, my blog, or in email. Ooh, look, somebody friended me on Facebook—who IS that? Somebody I haven’t seen or heard from since ohmigod COLLEGE. How many freaking years has that been? How old am I again?
Suddenly, I need to examine my face up close—as if the flaws on my face are easier to deal with than the flaws on the page. This morning as I examine my face, I find minute traces of the chile colorado sauce I cooked last night. Obviously, forgot to wash my face last night. Must do now! Can’t wait another second!
Yep, the routine is always the same. I’ll probably through a similar process again in fifteen minutes.
It’s amazing how many blogs I post when I’m revising my novels….
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