Wednesday, January 12
Two Months To Go
It started out as a short story. Then my girlfriends family, friends, and I convinced her to write more. Surprise. Novella. Pushing, prodding, and persistence became my mantra. Surprise, again. Novel.
90,000 words later, I became the "editor". Why me? My gf said that she just couldn't do it: the spell check and grammar check were just not enough. She played to my ego, telling me that I was the smart one, that I got a 35 out of 36 on the ACT, that I had the right stuff. It worked. In April 2004, I started to edit her manuscript. In January 2005, it is finally done. No more revisions. No more pow-wows on how to fix this or that. No more butting heads. When taxes come in, it goes off to Lulu.com to be printed. I stalled and blocked but plowed through it.
Guess what? My gf is starting another novel. Will I edit it? Yes. Will I stall this time? No. In all, we had more fun than two people should have after five years together. Let's just say this, writing is good for more than the soul. :)
My only regret is that we only have one computer. I would like to finish my manuscript before I get carpal tunnel from the editing.