Today, I have finished editing the stories for my collection.
I had planned on selecting and editing twenty stories. In the end, I’ve selected twenty-one. I’ve gone through them time and again, looking at characterisation, exposition, proportion, point of view and dialogue, and as I’ve finished with each one, I’ve marked it final and moved it into a ‘final versions’ folder.
Twenty-one final versions, all ready to be put into a book and published. There’s plenty of work still to do. I know that, but it already feels like a small win.
This is the point at which I usually get cold feet and decide that all the work I’ve done is good for nothing. This is the point at which I usually lose confidence and grind to a halt.
Not this time.
This time I am determined to push on through.
The question is whether I should go with the momentum or allow myself to stop and celebrate this milestone.
I have just two weeks left of my summer holidays. I’d quite like to relax and enjoy the time I have left, but I desperately don’t want to lose focus, to lose momentum and let this drift. I want to feel that book in my hand.
Let’s be honest, even when I was on holiday, I couldn’t allow myself to enjoy time by the pool without balancing it out with some editing.
Perhaps it’s time to accept that I will never be someone who can completely switch off.
Perhaps that’s not such a bad thing.