Calloused Hands.

I’ve been spending the last 2 weeks trying to spruce upp our NM home for possible sale.  The stucco repairs are never-ending — one of the joys of owning a home made of dried mud!  The more I rub stucco into cracks, the more places I notice need patching as well.  It reminds me of something…..

Editing.  During my recent re-formatting battles to convert my first novel, The Red Gate, into a general e-book format, I began seeing cracks that needed patching.  At what point does a writer consider their work finished?  I’d love to hear from you laboring authors out there.  I know there must be a few clues that the end has been reached, but somehow, I’m still missing them.

My hands are getting calloused, and so is my imagination!  This coming Saturday, I’ll write up my observations about what to do while waiting, since waiting seems to be an author’s primary pastime.

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