I’ve been editing, And then editing, And finally editing some more. Lately, I’ve actually started to nod off at the keyboard with only flashes of memory. I have to stop at these points, least I insert GGGGGGGGGGG into my manuscript.
One interesting moment in all of this is a visceral event. I was editing a section where a character’s breath smells like rotten milk. Then, out of nowhere, there’s a fly circling my head. (There’s never been a fly in this room before.) It kept landing on me or the computer. I thought, wow, if the writing can attract flies, then I must be really using those sensory details.