I’m in the mood.
To clean. What. you thought it was dirty?
No, I hate, capital H-A-T-E cleaning. Funny thing is, I hate living in a messy environment much more.
so, today, I’m getting down and dirty: cleaning, scrubbing, disinfecting. Whew. It’s a lot. I’ve cleaned my hands to sit down here long enough to share with you my triumph. I have more to do yet. But I needed a quick break.
It got me to thinking that if I can accomplish this today, I deserve some relaxation. But I want to do more cleaning.
Yes. More.
As in editing. Clean up a manuscript that surely has 9 lives. My feline of a work in progress has been off and on for years. But I so want this story to be told that I keep slaving away to it. And just like I don’t like clutter, I don’t like that I have a messy manuscript. But it’s good. The story is good. I just have to let it shine. It needs to be polished and sparkling.
Too bad Pine-Sol doesn’t have a “Romance Novel Fresh” scent.
*sniffs* I do love the smell of a new book in the morning.
I hate cleaning, but I can’t stand certain things to be dirty. Kitchen counters MUST be spotless. The floor beneath them, not so much. My office MUST be perfectly in order or I fidget instead of writing. My living room? Looks like a bomb went off thanks to DD and her three BFF’s having a sleepover. Will I rush to clean that up? Doubtful.
Good luck with your editing. I’ve been working on a particular book for a year and a half. I know it’s good, but it could be better. *sigh* It’s so hard being a sometimes perfectionist