The draft of the novel is done. Now all that is left is a close edit by my wife. She had a great eye for my errors. I am like a painter who must draw many studies before working on the large canvas. And even on the canvas, I must paint over, scratch away.
There is nothing to be done about it. The habits that start one writing and keep one writing are what is important, not the process by which the final product is rendered.
And how else should it be? Generally, readers are forgiving if they love a book. They forgive its faults as they do the people they love.
If this novel is taken, I can only hope this turns out to be the case of People of the Land. Somone needs to love this book.
There is nothing to be done about it. The habits that start one writing and keep one writing are what is important, not the process by which the final product is rendered.
And how else should it be? Generally, readers are forgiving if they love a book. They forgive its faults as they do the people they love.
If this novel is taken, I can only hope this turns out to be the case of People of the Land. Somone needs to love this book.
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