A good weekend of writing

Well, editing, but you get the idea. I finished what I thought was my final draft of my novel, including overhauling the ending. Unfortunately, I found a few discrepancies in the timeline, and a few tweaks I want to add. So, I'm doing another read through. It's going much faster this time, though. I'm not having to change much of anything other than a few too many occurrences of "that" and some sneaky adverbs I overlooked. Once I finish this run-through I'll be ready to let someone else read it and give me their opinion. I'll probably start with my mother-in-law; she's pretty sharp, and honest, so she won't tell me it's good if it really sucks.

I think part of me doesn't really want to finish it. That's not true. I want to finish, I'm just scared to submit it. I've worked so hard on this for over two years. I've poured everything I am into it. It's difficult to let someone scrutinize something you've put so much of your life into. It's not just the story that will be judged; I'll be judged.

It's good to be writing again. I knew I was missing it. I just didn't realize how much.