On Boxing Day I received the first version of my manuscript complete with copious corrections and suggestions from my editor. I knew that I hadn’t written a flawless piece, but I was surprised that I’d duplicated some of the chapter numbers. I was also mortified that I’d confused ‘site’ with ‘sight’ on so many occasions.
Strangely enough, I really tried my hardest to ignore most of the story for fear of coming across something that I disliked or that I had written badly. I’m putting my faith entirely in my editor in order to tell me if I’ve gone drastically wrong in my plot or have accidentally resurrected a character that should have stayed dead.
I’m beginning to understand the attitude of actors that refuse to watch their own work. I assumed ’til now that this was just affectation, but now understand that its about relentless self criticism and insecurity.