I set out to revise 2500 words a day in November. I failed. Thanksgiving happened. An invitation to submit to a poetry chapbook contest happened. It’s mid December, and I’ve finished the read-through revision of lucky draft 17.
(Yes, my soul died slightly writing that.)
I have more to do, of course. There are some parts I glossed over and some places I need to add things. But I have a structure and an epilogue. And I have a couple willing victims to read this damn thing.
I am hopeful and pessimistic and aching.
Tell me something interesting; distract me from the existential void of revision.