A Pretty Boring Explanation About Starting to Edit. But hey, it's a post.

I know it's been a little while since I've posted and I apologize.
I am, however, happy to report that it hasn't been a long time since I've written. I kept my goal! I stuck to 500 words a day, Monday-Friday until on August 14 I completed the first draft of my novel. Since then I compiled it all back into one document (it had been split into separate narratives following different characters), and prepared myself for the revision process.

Editing is a beast.

When I first realized I had to revise my story I didn't want to. I felt a little bit toddler-ish, like if maybe I just ignored it, then it would go away and I wouldn't have to do that.
That would work, technically, so long as I didn't want anything more to happen with the story.

But guess what? I want this little baby to be published someday.

That is why last night Trenton and I went on a trip to Kinko's FedEx, which for some mysterious reason is open till 11 pm. We weren't there that late, but it is open that late. I guess that is good to know for those times that I need to print stuff out at 10:45 and don't have somewhere else to do it.

Anyway. Oh boy did we print. We printed the whole manuscript, because every single editing article I've read from authors has said something along  the lines of, "Don't you dare try and edit your work on the computer screen. Print that stinker, mark it up, and then you fix it in type." Not those words exactly, but that idea.

Well, I produced quite a stack of paper. The kind lady working there even had to come put more paper in because the printer ran out.
Her putting in new paper is what made her kind, by the way. That, and not judging my outfit and wet "I-showered-at-6:30-right-before-dinner-because-I-do-what-I-want" hair.

Then we had to hole punch all those many pieces of paper, and then we had to go find a binder to put them in, along with sticky notes, tabs, and red pens.

Armed with all the necessary equipment, I am happy to report that I spent an hour today tearing apart the first 20 pages of my novel.

I was worried I'd hate doing this, but it's actually kind of fun. Yeah, the part where I realize I wrote really stupid or ugly sentences is unfortunate. And its also a bummer to realize how many plotholes are hiding in just a few pages. But it's fun at the same time because I get to cut those stupid parts, and come up with solutions to the plotholes, and answer the questions that I didn't realize had no answers yet. And that's a little bit awesome.