Editing

I loath editing. I got up this morning at 4.30 am to finish some work.

A good friend of mine pointed out that I struggle with my spelling. It's true. But tonight as I carefully edited my competition entry to the Historical fiction short story competition, I was struck again by the thought of how many writers I know who are better than me. Yet they never send their work anywhere.

I truly believe that what a writer needs is a thick skin, and no one copes with rejection like I do. Point for me I think.

Plus at least I'm writing. Anyone who attends writing groups will be familiar with those who don't actually write anything but like to talk endlessly about reasons why they haven't picked up a pen. Or like to describe their projects but never put it down on paper.

Spelling mistakes, grammatical errors can be fixed.

A manuscript under the bed or a novel in your head will never be published.

I'm really pleased at my attempt to write in a different genre. I finished it and edited it before the competition deadline on Friday.

Definitely a step in the right direction of my goal.