PURGATORY

I'm editing my first seven chapters at the minute. It's the thing I really don't enjoy about writing a book. I seem to have the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to this inevitable, unenviable task. I start reading a sentence I've read so many times before and I just get bored, my brain wandering off to think about something else. I do have to say though that it's helpful breaking it up into smaller chunks after each writers group, at least it would be if I were disciplined and actually did it after each writers group and NOT do what I'm doing now, catching up on all the edits over my last three critiqued sessions. Anyway, after perfecting the art of procrastination to genius level (how many times can one organise the sock drawer?) I’ve sat down, taken a deep breath and faced my sometime nemeses, sometime best friend, the keyboard. For this task, most definitely the former. Going through the notes from the writers groups though proves to have a welcome benefit. I get to reread all the nice things that were said too. This definitely helps with the process. I’m a total sucker for flattery and so I manage to push on through the ‘clarify this’ and the ‘too explicative here’, buoyed by the ‘love this section’ and the ‘very authentic’. I’ve now got to the end of the notes and have only managed to leave out two of the changes that I need to make, these are however the most complicated so I left them until after lunch. And now what has happened? My will has been sedated by a chicken sandwich and procrastination has again grabbed hold of the controls. So instead of facing the edits, I’m sitting here writing a blog about sitting here writing a blog, about sitting he….