You guessed it.
It’s editing season. Dreadful, hated, editing season. Well–I correct myself. For the members of the One Year Adventure Novel forums who wish to enter the end-of-year novel contest, it is editing season. I am a member of OYAN, therefore I am in the middle of editing season. And I hate it.
I am currently sitting at the table of one of my dearest friends, typing up a blog post on how much I hate editing while she is plowing her way through my novel, declaring it exciting.
To me, it is an atrocity that should never again see the light of day, but apparently she and several other people have, well, different opinions.
I honestly don’t know what makes me think my writing is so terrible. If I look at it subjectively, just as another piece of writing, then it’s not so bad after all. The writing is good, decent even.
If I look at it as the author, I hang my head in despair and slam my head against the nearest hard surface. It’s awful. My characters are bland, dry, two-dimensional. I hate my novel.
Now, I suppose that at some point I will retract my words of pure hatred and decide I love my novel again; however, that moment is far in my future. So what, you ask, was the point of this blog post? I was merely ranting out my insecurities as an author and offering encouragement to those who are also stuck in the throes of rewriting–you are not alone.