I hate this phase of the project. The manuscript is complete and shelved, waiting to be unearthed, revised, polished, and printed. It is infinitely difficult to leave it lie where it is. I want to scour it for everything that needs a bit of spit & shine.
My co-author jumped straight to an editing project for someone else. Me, I have no immediate distraction, so I’m idle and anxious, staring at the cover for the re-release of book II, waiting impatiently to see the cover completed for Kingdoms which should be any time now. You’d almost wonder if I weren’t expecting a young.
I’ve already been asked about what comes next. I don’t know. I think a massage sounds good. A massage on a beach with a rocks glass of scotch and temperatures in the upper double digits sounds damn good actually. I think I need to make that happen.
In truth, it’s never what’s next that is the problem, it’s getting life out of the way to get to it. I’m too old to improvise often, too tired to push for the second wind, and too distracted most of the time to realize that I missed something. I think that’s called living.
Meanwhile, my co-author has stashed the manuscript away so I would not be tempted. As if that removed the temptation, instead of only making the response impossible. *sigh* I get it. I understand it. I appreciate it. Right now, with time on my hands, I just don’t like it very much. I feel the need to pounce on the project. I know that I would too which would negate the process. The shelf is necessary for perspective. It only that could be found in a bottle. 🙂
‘Til next time – read something awesome! -Aedan