I am editing, still. All the red ink is hard to get through – both emotionally and physically. I am drowning in the ink right now, mostly ink I am spilling. But, I know that the end result will be worth this pain. It is so daunting. I wonder how writers have the stamina to go through the editing process if they publish more than 1 book a year. I don’t know how they do it. But, I guess genre has a lot to do with it.
Poetry is easy to get through by comparison. It is so subjective to the reader that the writer just has to broadly paint something for the reader to then digest. Poems do not have to be perfect, or even well-written, to be good. But, I also feel like I hide in the poetry, for fear of a backlash for imprefection that is imagined.
I’m all over the map right now as well.