Today I was
wondering how on earth I was going to edit. So many difficult things are going
on in my real life that all I want to do is pull the cover over my head. But,
honestly, I hate wearing pajamas all day. And there’s a huge amount of laundry
to be done. Not to mention I have two kids who need me to edit their papers. So
I got up, had my coffee, and started laundry.
And I still didn’t want to edit. And then, editing sang her siren song. She reminded me
that I could immerse myself in another world. That I could spend a couple of
hours thinking about a knife fight, a room being stormed by ancient soldiers,
and Molotov cocktails.
Now I’m in a
hurry to get to editing. There’s nothing like hurling Molotov cocktails first
thing in the morning to get the blood churning.
N.B. If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you know that I normally post on Tuesdays. Between this blog and my other blog, A Merry Heart, I’m blogging four days a week and that’s a bit more than I can do right now. So I’m planning to post on here on Wednesdays (instead of Tuesdays), and I’ll be posting at A Merry Heart on Mondays and Fridays.
Go Girl! Toss those molotov cocktails for all your worth!
ReplyDeleteYou can do it! Editing is kind of like exercising, I think... I dread and dread and dread it, but after I start, it doesn't seem so bad. And I want to keep going!
ReplyDeleteBut editing is the best part. *batting eyes* ;)
ReplyDeleteI like how those fun things drew you into editing. And they do sound fun. For me, the editing is the part I like the best. :)
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