The slow grind
Beautiful sunrise a few hours ago, all pinks and lavenders. I was on the same paragraph of the sequel then as now.
Edits at this level can be like an archeological excavation, using little whiskbrooms rather than a backhoe. Where I can bust out five to seven pages of a first draft, line editing can be excruciatingly taxing and slow.
It’s not the editor’s fault. If his suggestions were bad, I could race through them by ignoring them or arguing that my way was better. No, alas, his suggestions are really good.
I keep hearing the Sondheim lyric running through my head. “Bit by bit, putting it together…”