Maybe I just got tired of people asking me how my book was doing. "Did you finish it?" they'd ask me. And I had to nod and shake my head at the same time - a difficult feat. "Yes, I've finished it," I'd tell them, "but now I have to edit it." All with my heart sinking, feeling like I'm telling a lie because, really, I haven't even started editing.
Maybe it was an argument with a friend where my own inability to finish things was rather thrown in my face. A low blow, but an accurate and fair one, nonetheless. (And yes, we've made up.) (And no, it's not you, SH.)
Or maybe it was just time.
However you look at it, on Saturday I had 6 pages of editing completed. (Had had 6 pages of editing completed for about a month.) Now I have 28. It's all been coming like mad: reading/comparing/copying/pasting/reading beta's notes/changing/editing/polishing. It's an odd feeling to actually feel like what I'm writing is permanent. That there won't be another go-round where I change it. Fix this, change this name, solidify this plot point. It's the last time.
It feels good. Real good. :)
Never thought I'd say that about editing. What about you? What have you enjoyed recently that you never thought you'd like?