Enough

At some point in writing a book you have to say enough’s enough. You can tinker with it, finding little things you’d like to change here and there, but at some point you have to be done. My daughter sent me a meme the other day that said, “Writing a book is like reading a book, except the book hates you.” Maybe a little strong, but there’s truth in that. I’m at this point with Assignment Day, where I need to say I’m done. I’m doing my final readthrough (out loud), but that should be it. My sister is going to copyedit it next month, and then I need to figure out when to publish it. I think it’s good enough, which sounds like faint praise, but the improvements I’ve made the past couple of months definitely made it better. Could I keep going and continue as my own worst critic? Sure. I have other projects to work on, though, and it’s about time to cut this one loose. I’m hoping to have this final round completed by the end of the year, less than a week away, and then it’s on to other projects that need my attention. Such is the life of an author.