This day and evening, by dint of neglecting ten other things I should have been taking care of, I finished the last of the major edits I've been sweating through on my novel The Single Eye. In other words, this revised draft is done.
To mark the occasion I've sent it off to two beta readers. Until I hear back from them, I solemnly swear to leave this manuscript the heck alone. I'll pretend these readers have the only copies and I can't look at it or lay my hands on it at all. I'll keep up that fiction for the next two months, after which I might be able to regard it with more objectivity.
If either of these readers uncovers some major structural issue no one else has caught before, that's another story. But I'm hoping it will be just little things like typos that I can deal with when I do my final read-throughs in March.
We'll see.
In other news, it looks like I and two others from our Pennwriters area will be starting a new critique group on the 28th of this month. Did that sound tentative? Yeah. That's because I've wanted to be part of a face to face writers' group for so long that it's hard to grasp that it's finally coming together. I'll be workshopping my second novel, and it'll be an experiment in psychology to see how well I shift my head from the world of novel No. 1 to that of novel No. 2. I mean, when the interaction between your protagonists is so much more fun than anything you're involved in in real life . . .
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