I’ve finished the latest round of edits of Sigyn, and I’m in the middle of typing up a new draft – what will hopefully be the final one, at least for a while. It’s been a long old slog, and I’m deep in that wonderful stage of “hating everything I write”.
One thing that’s helped is, strangely enough, making the edited draft as messy as possible. Here’s a glimpse of two of my pages:
I don’t know why, but getting my manuscript into a right old state makes it feel like proper writing – and if I feel like I’m doing proper writing, that’s half the battle won.
Of course, I’ve now got to type it up neatly, with no room for mess. And it’s getting difficult again. Still, bear with me – one day, Sigyn will be out of her cave and, hopefully, on the pages of a proper book instead of a scribbled sheet heading for the recycling bin.