I’m more than midway through my second draft of my young adult climate change fiction novel and I feel like I’m climbing an enormous mountain.
This is the hard slog. Now.
There is so much going on that I seem to spend more and more time staring at the words, out the window, or at nothing, just so I can think all of the tiny details through.
Draft one was the fun. Just write, as they say. And then the issues stand out to you. Draft two is ironing it all out, tying it all together and ramping it up.
Don’t get me wrong – I am still loving it. I am just being honest; it is a hard slog and I need my days when I summons up the energy for the next leg of my journey to the top of the mountain.