I've always loved to edit. In junior high and high school, I would relish taking my pencil and crossing out words, replacing them with stronger images.
I think I lost that love of language in the past few years, but since I've been reading Dwight Swain, I've rediscovered my love of editing.
Now, my hard copy is covered with ink. I'm ruthlessly cutting words that don't fit, replacing weak verbs with strong, adding vivid images where before there was a vast emptiness. I'm anxious to get back to my manuscript and keep working.
And therein lies the rub.
I think I've groused about this before. While I do love my day job, and it has made me a stronger writer, I really wish I could just stay home and write. But I also know that such a lifestyle isn't good for me, either. I've done that before and I think I was much less motivated to write. I'd stay up late and get up late, not good for my body or my mind.
What is the solution? I would truly love to work two or three days a week and have the rest of the time to focus on my writing. Unfortunately, such a solution doesn't appear doable in the near future.
In the past few months, I think God has been teaching me patience - with my writing, with my job, and with my marriage. I'm trying to be patient, but it's really hard sometimes. I feel a bit in limbo and it's difficult to live like that. But on the other hand, if I just realize that He is in control, it makes it easier to deal with.
I'm sure I'll moan and groan about this in a few months or so. It seems to be a cycle with me.
Those of you who want writing to be your full-time career, i.e. you're publishing your books and making somewhat of a living doing it, do you ever find yourself impatient to begin the journey?
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