My last full day of reading, editing, and revision.
I’d been trying to wrap up this book for a long time. Editing a chapter here and a chapter there. My critiquing group has been a major help. I’m grateful to have their support and expertise. But it seemed like this project was dragging on forever. That’s why I chose to get away and concentrate on the last few chapters. Besides, I LOVE going away to write. It's the most awesome experience. Normally.
There wasn’t the same rush of adrenalin and enthusiasm I generally experience when I’m away working on a final draft. It’s been a struggle to work when I’m feeling this sick. Timing is everything. Coming down with a nasty cold the first day was not part of the plan. A clear head would have helped.
Generally, I make the most of my time away. Napping instead of sleeping. That’s all I need when I’m totally focused on my work. I get so caught up in it. It’s like a massive burst of energy. Well, I don’t have to tell you that energy didn’t make it this trip.
I still accomplished a good deal and my book now deserves the final draft stamp. Even though I’ve outlined another three chapters. Everything I’ve finished to date has received the final edit. I’m happy about that. I'd have been even happier if I’d written those chapters but it’s time to go. I’ll work on the new chapters after I return home.
I’m disappointed that this retreat has not measured up to those in the past, but I accomplished what I set out to do. I have to be content with that. There’ll be other writing getaways…other books. I’m anxious to get back to my unfinished mystery novel, but that will have to wait just a bit longer.
My husband and I look forward to spending the summer gardening, boating, and barbequing. I promised.
This morning I have total laryngitis, not even a squeak, so it’ll still be quiet around the house after I return. Somehow, I don’t think hubby will mind that.