The other day I managed to finish a second edit of my novel Feet or Fins. In the days since I have taken a rest from writing, though my mind has been buzzing with ideas. There were sections near the end which were easy because I had edited before, while the I found the middle needed to be re-written completely. I have added an extra 5000 words and changed entire paragraphs into dialogue simply because I think it helps with characterization. I have taken out some things while putting new stuff in. I have resisted the desire to move onto another story and pushed through the frustration of editing.
There were some days when one single page took an hour to edit!
But once it was done I felt this nice feeling π I felt happiness from achieving my goal of editing my novel. I have created this thing and with every edit it is becoming better than before. I still feel it even now.
I had set the deadline at Dec 31st, but overestimated the amount of free time I had now that uni was over. I know I have more to do, but the thought that the end is near is somewhat exciting π