I finally have a readable draft. I sent it off to my early readers (AKA my awesome women’s running group and my mother because moms are the best) and now I wait to hear what they have to say.
It’s difficult because I find myself reading books I got at the library and comparing them to what I’ve written. It makes me loathe my own words.
But, just like most of the pictures in magazines are Photoshopped within an inch of their lives, I know these books have been looked over by an editor, picked through with a fine tooth comb. A person’s whose job it is to make a book sell-able went through and told the author how to fix things. What to focus on. What to change and what to keep.
At one point, though, it was a draft on a computer, just like mine. A shaky draft, full of errors and in need of help, but full of so much potential just waiting to be read.
Will that ever happen? Will I ever go to my library and pull out a book from the shelves with my name on it?
God, I hope so.