Just thought I’d share. Just felt like ranting a little bit. I figured out the other day that I’ll never know what it’s like to NOT know what happens in my book. Yep. I already know the ending. No suspense whatsoever. Now, that wouldn’t be so bad if editing didn’t exist.
But because of editing I’ve had to read the same book–the one in which there are no surprises for me to begin with—a million and one times. Maybe not that many, but it sure does feel that way! I have read it until I want to throw it against the wall. I have read it until I want to run it through a paper shredder while laughing maniacally. I have read it until I want to back my car over it over and over and over and over again. Get the picture?
At one point, I actually (jokingly) considered a bonus private chapter where all of the characters die. At the same time. That’s how tired I was of reading about them. But I couldn’t do that, even as a joke. I “love” them all too much.
Good thing, too… because every single one of them is showing up in book two. I’m on page two and one has already appeared. Geez… good thing I like them!