Since publication day of The Red Girl, my focus has been on editing Belham with a plan of submitting it as soon as it's ready. For the last few days, I've been working on a different book to get it ready for submission. Usually, I don't have any problem with editing. I know a few writers who consider it the most boring part of writing a book. I quite like it. It's a way for me to see things I missed through the first draft, a way of developing plotlines and characters. I figure that can only be good for the book. Plus I've never been one to come up with a perfect page on the first go. I must prefer getting the first draft done and working my way through it to improve it.
The problem with the most recent load of editing is it's been going on for too long. I'm getting bored with it and I'm itching to write something new. Of course, the problem with doing that will be books that aren't ready for submission which pretty much defeats the purpose of being a writer. There's no point in starting something new while I have two books which can't go anywhere. It's like when you're at work and you have three or four jobs to do. One of those jobs is a tedious pain in the arse, but you know it needs doing. So you can either put it off or manage your time and get it done. The recent batch of editing is rapidly becoming that tedious pain in the arse job, but if I don't do it, nobody else will. And if I don't do it, there's no chance of anyone reading either of these books.
So why I'm talking about it instead of doing it? Time to shut up and get stuck in.
Put the kettle on. This could take a while.