I am finally nearing the end of the first revision of my book and it is a scary thing. I should be excited and I am, sort of. However, I am also apprehensive. I have been working on this project for months. When it is complete then I will have to focus the majority of my concentration on something else for awhile. Finishing the revision doesn’t mean the book is done. It means that I can start the second revision, eventually.
Writing a book is a lot of work. It has quite a few things in common with raising kids. They both take a great deal of time and focus. You don’t want to send either one out into the world without them being properly groomed and dressed; which means brushing hair, tying shoes, and wiping out spelling mistakes. You don’t want to people to see your kids in holey shoes or your books with holey plots.
You wonder when you send them out into the big world what people will think of them and whether or not they will be well treated. You worry. It is easier to keep them unfinished or in footy pajamas than it is to set them loose out of your sight. Nevertheless, kids will grow and stories will come to and end. It’s the way life works. Babies grow into adults and enough prose becomes a book. As parents and as authors it is our job to make sure they turn out the best we can help them to become.