Write a first draft.
Edit.
Trash parts.
Write a second draft.
Edit.
Eat cookie dough and cry.
Write a third draft.
Edit.
Edit some more.
Cry some more.
I hate this.
I suck at being a writer.
Maybe I should be a plumber.
This shit sucks.
Whatever.
Sends to editor.
Drinks away the pain.
Editor sends letter.
He likes!
Really?
Oh.
Makes some adjustments.
I mean, I guess this isn’t too bad.
Yeah, I can fix this.
Edits.
What do you want the cover to look like?
I have no clue.
Edits some more.
Hate it again.
Why isn’t this like my first novel?
That was so easy, so fun.
On the floor.
Hello darkness, my old friend.
Dog licks face.
Ok.
Edit.
Sends to editor.
He likes even more!
Wonders if he’s been drinking too.
Send to friends to check.
Friends like it!
Everybody is high.
This shit sucks.
Edits.
Can’t remember draft number.
Actually, this isn’t bad.
Edits.
Maybe I AM a good writer.
Sends to editor.
Buys wine to brace for rejection.
Editor approves.
What?
Really?
HUZZAH.
Two months later, copy edits.
Oh.
Wash and repeat above three more times.
I’m a nonfiction writer who feels your pain! Thank you so much for making me laugh this morning and feel like I’m not alone. This is a great resource.