Saturday, April 24, 2010
Being a bulldog can be a good thing
Alone in front of the computer keyboard, I folded my arms over my chest and drew on my inner bulldog. I bet I even growled a little, but I finally got over it. Finally I understood this would be hard work - a job - a craft. I thought I'd already figured that out, but somehow I didn't believe it.
Now, as I contemplate Snowstorm being published next year, I know the day if quickly approaching when my editor at Echelon Press is going to call about " a few changes." This time, though, I almost welcome the process, because every word I improve will make the book better, and that's what's important to me. I even think I can do it without chewing any furniture.