There has been such a flurry of activity in my little corner of the world that I can only conclude that some of the persistence has paid off.
There was packing (and now unpacking), moving, and of course this:
Then there was travelling and reading and relaxing, and now, now there is the editing. I started working on the manuscript again this weekend, and I was encouraged by the fact that there was no cringing or recoiling from what I found on the page. (Sometimes I find that when I work in great, deadline-induced bursts it is followed by some sort of amnesia…I am usually half-surprised to find just what it is I’ve written.) Of course, I may start to feel differently as I move deeper into the novel, but just now I am encouraged, relieved, and excited to do the work.