Yes, I'm still unplugged.
I sent my mentor Angela the first three rewritten chapters of my novel and got them back.
Sigh...LOTS more red ink. The woman is killing me!
I must admit to a feeling like I've had the wind knocked out of me. Oooof!
It's a good thing I have a craft show this week-end to distract me for a couple of days. I will return to the work of revising Monday, at which point I'll no doubt have a clearer head.
Is this what it's like to have an editor?
To help keep me calm, from going over the edge into the "I QUIT!" mode, I gathered together pictures of cairns I've built, most of which are long gone. They remind me of how beautiful and ephemeral everything is. Nothing lasts, nothing stays the same. Not even my words on the page.