So I’ve gotten down to under a hundred pages to go. With only a little luck I’ll complete the rewrite by the end of next week. It’s been more work than expected because, honestly, my line writing was not very good. Strange how time gives you distance. There was a time where I would have said that this book was as good as I could make it, and here I am seeing flaws everywhere.
Seriously, what’s up there?
I mean, I’ve had full pages dripping in red ink. Not much more to say about that, I guess.
I want to finish the basic rewrite by the end of the work-week because I want to spend the weekend looking at the big-picture storytelling. I have one concern pertaining to the protagonist’s decisions that I want to focus on, and I think it best that I give it some serious time–something more than the spans of the mornings I’m giving the rest, anyway.