Square Peg ● Round Hole







I am learning so much about the whole “what’s next after you finish your book” routine. Of course, the next step was to find a great editor, so I contacted a friend of a friend. I waited for a response. And waited. And waited. So, while I am normally patient, (insert laughter since you all know that isn’t true), I decided to research some other options. After all, this is my baby and I should find the most reliable editing service for my treasured work. Plus, the more time it sits, the more likely I am to obsess some more about it which means, I will go and change shit that I should just leave alone. I am a hot mess.

Of course, the moment that I reached out to another editor was when the first one got back with me. Typical. However, the second one that I contacted, responded immediately. I don’t know about you, but when I meet someone, my gut votes “yeah” or “nay”. Since I am not a people fan, I tend to lean toward the “nay” side, but I pay attention to the vibes I get. And even through email, my second choice felt like home. She immediately identified how I was feeling about sending her my finished manuscript, plus she could honor my self-imposed deadline.

I also learned that there are a variety of editing options. You can go old school and simply have them proofread or do developmental editing which consists of the basics, along with consistency of tone, character descriptions, plot, and style. Of course, my baby deserves the best, so I opted for the developmental editing. It both scares the crap out of me and excites me all at the same time. Sweet. Baby. Jesus.

In the meantime, I am marinating some new story ideas. Trying to map out the possibility of carrying two of the minor characters in my first book and creating their own narrative. Or maybe, I will go in a different direction. My brain is a terrible place to be sometimes.

My whole point in this rambling writing, is that I am continuing to honor the God nudges even if it terrifies me. This year has been all about stepping out of my comfort zone. Living my life with no regrets. Taking that leap of faith and surprising myself in the process. My reality lies in the knowledge that I have always been a procrastinator. A big talker with no action. Someone that half-asses her way through life. Getting by with the most minimal effort. So, for me to actually complete this book, well, it’s kind of a big deal. My shoulder hurts from patting myself on the back.

I feel like I am a Nike commercial. Encouraging everyone to “just do it”. But, seriously, do it. Even if it terrifies you. Even if you suck at it. Even if the naysayers discourage you. Go for it. The experience alone is worth the anxiety. Trust me.