It is amazing the number of times I write the same book. I go over it 3 -4 times then pass it along to beta readers and revise again. After that it visits an editor. Then comes back and is corrected before being read out loud to me on my iPad. Mistakes get through. Why? Because I’ve read it so many times, I don’t what is there, but what I think is there.
At some point I just scream uncle and let it go out of my hands.
Then I start writing the next book. It is a masochistic cycle. One that will never end. Ever, but I keep writing.
Even now, waiting for the final edits of Hadean 2, my brain is cycling through 8 story ideas. 8.
But here’s the secret. It isn’t the editing that I find the hardest. It’s getting the words onto the page. I can fix anything. I can’t fix nothing:D. If that makes your head want to explode, then you know how I feel most days.