There I sat feeling so accomplished. I took a break before I jumped on that rewrite. I deserved it right? That and I felt that the closer I did the rewrite to the time I started the third one, the easier it would be.
I did my steps and handed it out to some of my testers (be they forever willing to read my words). Many things were pointed out that needed to be fixed and I fixed the ones I saw the need to.
And then I took an even longer break. I had life things to take care of. Never mind that that feeling of accomplishment filled me every time I thought about revising this one. As the time drew near for working on the next one, I sat down and went through Twistin’ Matilda. And there was more work to it than I remembered.
And then I ran out of time. My deadline to start on the third one crashed into me and sent me spinning. I did what I could and then set it aside.
I had to jump on Black Matilda because otherwise what was the point?
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