This week I’ve been sick, however it’s given me some time to do some editing on the book. I should’ve posted a picture of a big pile of crumpled up Puff Plus tissues, then you’d get the idea of what’s been oozing out of my nose. The tissues have filled up a waste basket and remind me of when people used to type stories onto paper, and when they would fuck up, they’d crumple up the paper and throw it away. You can picture it, right?
There’s some fine tuning I wanted to do before passing all of these essays on to my real editor. I know she’s going to dismantle a lot of what I have done over the past year and I’m actually pretty excited about it. I’ve been reading these essays over and over so many times that I’m actually sick of them. Hopefully once the book is published, you’ll enjoy reading them once or twice before passing the book off to one of your friends or selling it to a used bookstore.
I am feeling sick to my stomach. No, I don’t have the flu, nor am I drunk. You won’t have to hold my hair back while I pray to the porcelain god or feed me Pedialyte freeze pops until my electrolyte levels are back to normal.
It’s only my nerves acting up because I just sent my manuscript to an editor to read for the very first time. I guess this is what it feels like when you send your kid off to school for the first time. I do not have any kids, so it’s only a guess. I never had this feeling when I use to send slides and CD’s to galleries to look at my photography. The writing world seems foreign to me…it’s like starting over, in a way. I have to network with a different demographic of friends, peers and mentors. I know hundreds of people in the photography world, but in the writing and literary world, I can count who I know personally on just my two hands. I have a lot of work to do.
But this is my quest and it’s part of the process. I have a lot more ideas and more essays to write. There were 65,500 words in the manuscript to my memoir that I sent out today. I am in awe when I look back and see what I’ve accomplished.