While thinking about a post I read tonight on Nathan Bransford's blog, I realized that I truly have a harder time motivating myself to edit my work than I do to write it. Motivating myself to write was never easy, but I was able to do it often enough that my inability to make myself get on with the editing process is getting embarrassing. I told myself all day today that once the kids were in bed I would make some progress on editing only to spend the evening listening to music and playing hearts and solitaire. Pathetic!
I think the reason for this is that when I write, at the end of the session I have created something. There is some tangible reward for doing it and I take pride in that. With editing I get to the end and feel like I basically have nothing new. Sure, the text has changed, hopefully for the better, but the amount I have is not much different than before. I don't get the sense of accomplishment.
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