What A Feeling!

I realize it’s just the first step in editing, but I felt amazing earlier this week when I completed the markups my editor made to my draft as she did a structural review.  She came back with a great letter with all her comments and suggestions.  I also sat down with her and received wonderful feedback.

She mentioned my material was all there, but I needed to basically move things around.  I was touched by some of the messages she received from reading the manuscript… messages I hadn’t even realized were there or brought attention to and those I never thought others would see.  She convinced me that some material I had put in is not relevant to the subject of cancer, so I took her advice.

Though the next step sounds quite simple, there are many things to look at while moving paragraphs and pages around in a manuscript.  You also have to check your flow of events, keep the reader interested, and repetition or missing chronological information may confuse readers.  Sounds like a large task for my blurred mind…

So wish me luck on the structural edit, as I will need to take the proper time to get it ready for her second review.  I’m anxious to get to it, but with my daugther’s Sweet 16 coming up and holidays around the corner, I hope to steal some time most days each week so I can advance.

Thanks for continuing to read…

Patricia

 

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Back to School

After an amazing summer and back to school for my daughter, I finally sat down to review my editor’s comments.  With great feedback, I’m ready to get cracking on making my memoir publishable.

Though she loved it, I need to move things around and make corrections.  Beginning with her structural review, I’ve started making changes.  Can’t wait to get through this round and see where it takes me…

Thank you for your continued support.  Let’s stay in touch!

Patricia

As Summer Passes Too Quickly…

I’m anxious to get started on revisions to my memoir following my editor’s comments and having been away for several weeks on a beautiful European vacation. It’s tough to work during our short summers and a part-time job does limit my availability. Soon though… soon.

Hope you’re caught up on my posts whilst enjoying your summer!

Patricia

My New Journey

So this is where I get off… to embark on a journey that will be difficult yet exhilarating.  I am so excited about sharing my news about having hired an editor to help me with the next chapter – the preparation for publication.  

So although I will be seizing to post every Tuesday (there is much much more you haven’t seen), I will keep you abreast of the developments in the coming months with respect to the editing of my manuscript (like if I start pulling out my hair!)  In order to put all my attention in preparing the final copy, I hope to have your support throughout this important process. 

There are so many aspects to publishing a work.  Setting aside the writing, there is a cover to think about, the right title, where to publish it, how to promote it, etc…

For newcomers and for those who are not up to date, please take this opportunity to head back to December 2015 to begin reading the journey of my cancer diagnosis, treatment, and recovery, and what I have learned about myself and my life.  Feel free to post comments and start conversations, and I will be happy to join in.

Profoundly appreciative of my followers and readers, I promise to provide an inspiring, well-written story of my experience, with the aspiration that it will send chills of hope to each of you. 

Thank you again.

With love,

Patricia

Like Nothing

When the nurse would try to prick my arm, it was usually difficult.  This particular time, when Howard was with me, he and I chatted casually as the nurse attempted six times to find a vein.  She finally connected me to my lifeline, and left me with all those taped cotton balls devouring my forearms.

“What a champ!”

“When you’re doing chemo, it seems your veins don’t want to be found.”  Would you blame them?  Chemotherapy hardens the veins, so they become smaller, and are hard to pinpoint, even with a needle.

Howard smiled at the downplay.

Though I seemed brave, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  There was some pain as the nurse searched for a vein that didn’t give her trouble, so it distracted me from my conversation with Howard.  Even today, when I receive my B12 injections, and the nurse asks me if I’m alright, I let her know, “You never get used to it.”

“It was very nice of you to come today.  I’ll never forget it.”

 

Stay tuned for an important message next week.  Hope you’ve been connecting in some small way with the story of how I got through cancer…

Be well,

Patricia