Life in revision

So…you know how when you’re trying to be strong and not nap because there are Things To Do?

Dude. Always. Do. The. Nap.

Trust me on this. You’ll thank me later.

Right. So. It’s been a while. I’m thiiiiiiiiiiis close to my last tutorial for the academic year (amen and thank you Jesus) and I’m hanging by a thread. As of tomorrow I’m on vacation for a week and a half. And my thesis and paper can just SIT THERE, nyah nyah.


And I’m into revisions on the novel. Oh revisions. Where do I begin? How can I count the things you teach me? Because there ain’t nothing like revision to expose the great huge flaws in one’s writing. My characters are standing there looking over my shoulders and they’re all like:


BUT. And isn’t there always? I’m also realizing that there might be (probably is) more to this story than the structure that has been imposed on it by yours truly. And that thought makes me a) excited, and b) significantly less frustrated than I was feeling.

Because revision is like this:



And on that note: