You wake up and mmm... what's the smell? Ah, yes - nothing quite like the fresh morning scent of revisions.
I have finally begun tackling revisions on "Winter Child" - my YA novel - and you would not believe how scary it is. I've been scribbling notes all over the pages (it feels incredibly weird to see so many sheets of paper covered in words I wrote) and making big fat X's and sobbing. If I cry hard enough, the ink will be too smudged for me to see all the horrible things I've written, with the adverbs (ugh!) and adjectives (eww!) and repetitive phrases (oh, God, someone call the police already!).
At the same time, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I had mental images of crossing out and crossing out and crossing out until all that was left was: "Chapter 1". Luckily, I didn't actually have to cross out that much. I have something like this left: "Chapter 1. [indistinct scribble] [tear drops] [melted ice cream] [cupcake frosting] [sweat] [blood]".
In any case, here's a shout out to all those that have offered condolences:
Suspiciously blank, guys. Suspiciously blank.