It was a manic week of work on Book 2, together with a raft of other matters that needed attending to for the family and other commitments. It took a late night (or early morning) to reach the end of the book, correcting all the mistakes I could and re-writing all the bits that were obviously wrong, as well as the odd chunk of copying and pasting.
But – finally: manuscript complete.
Printed out on clean, white paper.
Given to a friend.
She (bless her) is going on holiday for a week and offered to take it with her as reading material. In case you’re concern, I have said that it is more important that she enjoys her holiday!
Still, having given her the printout I thought:
I need to re-write the ending. That ending is too abrupt. And does anyone want to know what happened next? Do I need an epilogue?
And then I thought:
What if I moved that chapter in with the camping story? Would it flow better? Can I mish-mash the two tales?
It turns out editing is never truly finished.