The Hate Stage of Love
I’m at the stage of my revision where I hate my book. No, that’s not true. I hated it months ago. But then I read a part that makes me smile or a section that I had forgotten, and all the banging my head on my keyboard is suddenly worth it.
In my daily quest to procrastinate from picking apart yet another scene to find places to cut, I got caught up reading Patrick Rothfuss’ blog.
His post last fall titled Everyone Hates Their Job Sometimes really hit home with me today.
Now, if I could only make this a paying gig, I could call this an actual job…