The edit for A Death Devine, first in the Lucan Drakenfeld series, has arrived, which means in ten days time I’ll start to feel like Bill Murray in Rushmore (which, incidentally, I always feel like watching at this time of year).
I both love and hate edits. I’m one of those authors that loves being messed with. I love the tinkering. It’s necessary, it’s challenging, and it’s all to make the book better. However, it’s also one of the most difficult parts for me, because you end up having to untangle and rethread ideas that are both logical and abstract, from a giant mass of ideas.
Also: edits point out things like overused words, which is pretty humbling.
