More likely it is because I am often a completely unrealistic dreamer. Somehow I thought I would skip merrily over the copy editing step.
Ou est copy editing you wonder?
It is the joyful line by line analysis of every single sentence.
I wish I could say this news filled my heart with a joy only writers can feel. Even more, I wished I Happy Danced around my laptop. I do love a Happy Dance. But I would be lying.
I do want Forever Julia to be the best book I've written, thus far. I want readers to pick it up and think,
"This is the BEST BOOK EVER, I need to read more of Jodi Carmichael's works!"
But there is this tiny and almost impossible to hear voice, sucking its thumb and hiding behind my left rib cage*, whining,
"Come on. When is this ever going to be done?!"
Thankfully, I am a grown mature woman. I am married, with two children, and a healthy mortgage so sadly it must be true.
Naturally, I can shut up that whiny voice - fast.
I only need to get myself in writing mode complete with fuzzy slippers, a pot of coffee, and half a pan of Nanaimo Bar.
(Who am I kidding. I'll eat the entire tray.)
|Nanaimo Bars at the ready.|
(New York Slice for my American Pals.)
*That is right, that whining voice hides behind my left rib cage. This is also where one of my lungs went to recover after I played that extremely exhausting parents vs kids soccer game. Apparently it is a good place to chill.