Much to my chagrin, this is not my own camel. I was hoping to be issued one during this deployment to the Middle East but such was not the case. But I did get close enough the other day to pet him.
A book I wrote earlier and (wisely I can say now) did not publish is still there on my desk top. And the truth is, I just figured out how to gut it and redo it and turn it into a better book. I don't mind editing. I usually like it. But I like the fine tuning side of editing.
I freely admit the thought of chopping out twenty page sections of text is scary. Maybe it will feel good, like a fresh haircut on a 100 degree day here.
Maybe not.
But it will bring the book back to life. And that's what it needs.
A book I wrote earlier and (wisely I can say now) did not publish is still there on my desk top. And the truth is, I just figured out how to gut it and redo it and turn it into a better book. I don't mind editing. I usually like it. But I like the fine tuning side of editing.
I freely admit the thought of chopping out twenty page sections of text is scary. Maybe it will feel good, like a fresh haircut on a 100 degree day here.
Maybe not.
But it will bring the book back to life. And that's what it needs.
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