I finished reading my line edits. It was harder than I thought. First, there were the changes made by the copy editor — some subtle and good for the story, others jarring and not my voice at all — and then there was the knowledge that what I was reading was the finished product, for the most part. I couldn't delete scenes or rewrite them or shift them around. What is there, is there.
And I'm not sure how I feel about it. I cringed in parts. Not always because of jarring CE changes, but simply because of the characters and what they were up to. Wow, I wrote that? Sometimes I was happy about it. Sometimes I was surprised — and not necessarily in a good way.
Every dream has a trade off. I would not trade this dream of being a published author for anything, but sometimes I'm surprised at how it has its negatives too. Once that baby is in print, it's out there. I'll have to learn to be tougher about it, I think.
Today, I begin inputting the corrections for my editor. And I still have my current WIP to get busy on again. Going away for the holiday threw me off. *sigh* What's on your plate this month, in addition to all the holiday craziness? December is always sooo busy, isn't it? It sure is for me, whether I mean it to be or not….