I have a very good friend who started writing about the same time I did. He has quite a few completed manuscripts on his shelf, but is as of yet, unpublished. I don’t want to say I’m mentoring him, though he seems to see it as such. I view him as a fellow writer with whom I’m sharing my journey.
I’ve tried to explain the trials, frustrations, and triumphs of writing, editing, and publishing a book. In turn, he’s tried to understand. I know a lot of it went in one ear, and out the other. Now, he’s realizing I wasn’t kidding. His first manuscript has been edited, and he’s finding out what the agonizing process is all about. He’s beginning to understand what I was griping about.
The past few times we’ve spoken, it’s been pretty one-sided. He vents, I listen. Yes, there is a modicum of snickering on my part. I can’t help it. I think back to the aggravation and frustration I went through as I learned about POV’s, and how to apply it to my story. He heard me out, but I knew that he didn’t really get it. He gets it now. LOL I won’t go into the list of over-used words we weed out, searching for different ways to describe the same thing. It’s work; tedious, painstaking work. I also love it. I wish I was in the position to write full time.
I’m still going through my own edits whenever I get a free moment. Lately, there haven’t been many of them. Between work and helping out in the care of my sister, who is currently back in the hospital from complications of a hip replacement, I haven’t been able to come up for air. Hopefully, my sister will recover soon, and life will get back on track. Until then, I do what I can, when I can.
Till next week,