When I wrote the original draft of The Skinless Girl two years ago (it was during Nanowrimo and was titled A Sense of Community back then), I wrote it in third person limited. After letting it rest for a few weeks, one of my first editing tasks was to change the entire novel to first person. Not an easy task on an 80,000 word manuscript.
Since having it professionally edited, I realized that there were major structural flaws. So I am essentially re-writing the darn thing from scratch, though occasionally pulling a scene or part of a scene from the previous edited draft.
Today, I decided to make an additional change. Ignoring the fact that I’m already halfway through this draft, I am choosing to change it back to third person limited. This may be a clear indication that I have lost what little sanity I had, but I’m doing it anyway.
And on that note, I’m pausing a second to reflect on the fact that my manuscript is somewhere between here and Athens, GA. I hope it’s not lonely. Or cold. It can get right chilly in west Texas this time of year. Godspeed, little submission.
Oh look. It’s time for my treatment. I like my treatments. Take it away, Topher.
Did I fall asleep?
Shall I go now?