Was not babysitting today, so I spent many hours editing 'My Sword.' It really is a lesson in patience and courage. Not touting my own horn, really, just stating the obvious. One that I think most writers will recognize and understand.
When first I read the next section to be edited, I usually get a little queezy in the stomach. The changes seem to be monumental. But I'm learning to step back and say, 'Nah! I can do this.' And then it works. At least, it did today. God only knows what will happen tomorrow, but I'm not going there!
As it is, I've now final edited (I refuse to go back) ten chapters out of sixty. *hits head on desk* I'll finish this some day, I know I will.