Editing the first draft of my novel is hard, and unnerving because there’s a lot of red on these pages. I’m struggling with the urge to start something new, and keep reading through the first draft of something I did months ago, that in reality took years to write (about two-ish) to be exact. I keep pushing though. That’s all I really can do. That’s what I’ll do. Some days I’m uninspired, and just drink coffee, wondering if the meal I skipped will become a trend, losing weight …or something. Where’s that draft again? Kettle on. Check.
Gripe of A New Author