Today, I spent most of my time going through the edits on my next book. The editor reads the manuscript, then sends it back with questions, comments, and so on. I have to answer, edit, and so on.
This is the “grind” part of being an author. Did the source I quoted really not use commas where we think they should? Maybe we shouldn’t quote from the TNIV (major trauma, now resolved). You read through your work and see the “track changes” comments on each page and you want to pull your hair out. You want to just get through the 70,000 word manuscript, but then you want to check everything because this is the last time you can try to rewrite to say exactly what you were trying to say–but it has to be done by tomorrow.
I sat at the computer for eight hours today, editing. Did I mention that it was a gorgeous sunny summer day? Finally around 5 p.m. I went outside, and went for a run. My neighbors Bobbie and Colleen were out on Colleen’s porch, just talking. when I got back from my run, I went inside for a drink of water. Then I grabbed the leftover bruschetta I made yesterday, and went over to the porch for a glass of wine and a bit of conversation.
The porch is a place where we connect. We talk about everything from hair color to the keys to a good marriage, from the walk your schedule day at the junior high today to how to impart our values to our children. I’m blessed to live in a great neighborhood where I have close friends across the street and next door. But part of what makes it great is that I have learned when to get off the computer and go bring some bruschetta and bread over to the porch.
Do you have a porch? A place in your neighborhood where you gather to just connect, to just love on your neighbors?
No, I dont have a porch and I dont have friendly neighbors…but i long for one. Its nice to know that people still do this in this day and age. I dont even live in a friendly neighborhood, and i have some trouble with trust, sometimes. I didn’t realize how much I missed this place in life until i moved to a new state, away from mom’s porch and I half way across the earth to the south west.
I just promised my hubby this week, when we move next year, I am going to get a nice porch where i can hang out on. I told him that would be extremely important to me. Thanks for the reminder about what to pray about, though. I really would love to have friends I can walk over and hang out on the porch with.
I love porches… and i love people, and the two of them are things not to take for granted in this life. and bruschetta is cool, too. smile.
Thanks for reminders to connect, share values and center on what’s important. Love your writing , for that reason, alone. Peace, JenRene