Talk about tightening up, man, I've eliminated over 8,000 words from my book. It's getting so tight it's starting to squeak. I made up a new file called "final outtakes." It's the size of a short story.
I'm pretty pleased with myself and happy with the way the book is shaping up. However (sounds better that 'but') However, I'm starting to get those doubts again. I'm waiting until I finish this edit before letting anyone read it. I don't want to get ahead of myself.
On another note, there was a meet-up this week. A new writers club is starting in my vicinity. I wanted to go and be a part of it's inception. I didn't go. Why? you ask, and rightfully so. I didn't want to get distracted. I want to stay focused on finishing this up before I receive new input, you know?
My first book, which I finished and which I thought was pretty good. It needed a ton of editing and revising, but I was done with it. Then I joined a critique group. It was a great group and I became a better writer, but I got detracted and confused. That was five years ago. That book doesn't even look like the original book. I would love to get back to it and maybe dig out the original version and finish it.
Anyway, that's why I didn't go to the meeting. I know, some of you are saying I have no backbone. You are right. I know my limitations. I crumble under pressure. Just let me finish, then take a deep breath and brace myself, then I'll join the group.
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