When Will It Be Finished?

You have to write a million words before you find your voice as a writer. ~ Henry Miller, The Pen Commandments

I'm working through editing last years NaNoWriMo novel. I know, I've said this before, but it's been an interesting journey and I'm not sure when it'll be done because, even though I'm editing now, I'm mostly editing for content because I made a couple significant plot changes.

As I read through, I'm still not entirely happy with the results. I keep thinking it could be better, richer. This confession will surely excite the lovely people who have agreed to a read through!

This is the second time I've been through Liv's story. I'm wondering how many times before I call it "done". This time, I'm trying to put together a synopsis as well which is killing me. I can't tell you how much easier it is to write a novel than it is to write a synopsis. Gah.

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Here's a peek into the goings on at our home:

A couple nights (mornings?) ago at about 3 a.m., I heard my daughter get up to go potty. When I didn't hear her return to her room, I got up to find out if all was well. I found the bathroom door closed, but the light was on (it has a night light, so that wasn't necessary). I stuck my head in and found my DD reading.

I suggested to her that perhaps reading at 3 a.m. wasn't the best idea, and she needed to get back to bed. She returned to her room, I returned to mine. But the problem for me was that it was close enough to when I get up normally that I couldn't get back to sleep.

At about 3:40 a.m. I gave up and got out of bed. My rountine is to kick the cat off (my hubby doesn't like her, so she has to come with me), grab my slippers and head downstairs. This time, when the cat and I stepped outside the door, the cat did one of those swivel headed things toward my daughters room.

What had she heard? I could tell the light was off, because nothing showed under the crack in the door. I quietly peek inside and out pops DD's head from her tent (yes, she sleeps under a tent on her bed). I look to the right where her nightlight is plugged in and there is a book, lying open.

"Were you reading by the night light?"

"Yes." She drops her head, looks ashamed.

"It's not even FOUR O'CLOCK!"

My daughter carries a book with her everywhere. She is seldom seen without one. Reading is her lifeblood. Taking away her reading is a terrible punishment. Last week she lost TV (for the second week in a row) AND she lost reading before bed. Guess which one she wants back first?

So folks, don't worry. There will still be at least one buyer for your books as the years pass... LOL...