I’ve spent the past three days combing through the novel I just finished writing, looking for the things I can fix before handing it off to people who’ll tell me what else needs fixing. It’s been an interesting process, and I must say I think I’m probably crazy as a bedbug. I have made some observations, though, that I thought I’d share. Here goes:
1. I can’t count. It’s going to take me a day to fix all of my chapter numbers. I skipped chapter three right off the bat, accidentally repeated a chapter number to get back on track around chapter 32, but then somehow jumped from 48 to 52 and then to 57. And, friends, I used to teach math.
2. Sometimes I crack myself up. Hopefully I’ll crack others up, as well, otherwise this story won’t work.
3. Some parts of my story make me cry. That’s good, right?
4. I use the word “just” too often. Way too often. I blame Nike.
That’s it, so far. I’m sure I should have noticed other stuff, but I’ll leave that to the experts.