I took a week’s vacation in San Diego, which is a beautiful place. I stayed with John and our moms on Ocean Beach. Every night we got lulled to sleep by the waves breaking outside. Revision was slow going, though, and I sent my second draft off to two readers last weekend. Before that, I’d been the only one who’d read most of the material, and it felt like my private world for two years. I let John in, but only to look at certain stuff. Now he’ll get to read the whole thing. I also sent it to a friend who’s an agent and editor for her day job- she’ll tell me how much more I need to fix and polish it before I send it to editors, and whether I should try submitting it to publishers and agents, publish it myself, or just hide it under my bed.
In the somewhat anxious wait, I’ll work more on the prose of my manuscript. I do enjoy marking it up with comments in Scrivener. I’m most afraid that I have written something worthwhile, because then I must serve the work and make it the best it can be.