Rewriting Hell. Writers are Crazy People.

I had to take a pic of this. I started the long dreaded, umpteenth million—but final—rewrite of the book. In a month, it has to go to layout. One month. Tick, tick, tick . . . 

Goddess, revising a manuscript has eaten up weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks and . . . tick, tick . . .

I’ve been writing this book over and over since 2002 or 2003.

It’s said that writers are people for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. Writers are crazy people.

I hate editors. I wrote that last sentence to make Ade nervous. But I shouldn’t have. She worked in my office long enough to know all my secrets. Her revenge could be swift and brutal.

I twittered her anyway. It said, “She whined, ‘Ade, can I hate u, just a little tiny bit? Please? I’m not complaining about your editing. Writing is just hard.’ ”

Rewriting hell: revision based on 14 people’s input. Enough! All those stacks on the table? They are for one book. Notes and notes and notes for revisions. I worked on it enough today. Now must go hide from life.

The above lines include copy ‘n’ pastes of my tweets—revised, because I am in revision hell—with additional mental meanderings.