Okay, so I’ve whined and cried about my revisions enough. It’s time to put on the big girl undies and grow up. Because this is the epiphany I had the other day after realizing yet more revisions were required (insert eye roll here): Here is where real writers are made. This is the defining moment where I can pack it in and call it a day, or pull up my boot straps and keep at it until its done regardless of the time it takes, regardless of how many more times I have to run through this manuscript. Regardless. Period. Because that’s what real writers do. They stick with it. They don’t cave when it gets hard. They don’t turn tail and run when things don’t go their way. They buckle down, nose to the grindstone and keep at it.
So that’s what I’m doing. Nose to grindstone. Buckling down. Pull up bootstraps. Putting on big girl undies. Getting it done.
Watch me go.