I have come to the conclusion that the writing of the book is actually the easy bit of the job. The editing and tweaking bits about, and trying to work out where a chapter should start and end are they hard bits. Not to mention punctuation.
I have thought I had things sorted on a couple of occasions, but I was wrong. This book needs structuring. Oh well I should have known it wouldn't be easy. Every time I open the file to work on it, I find something else to say.
Since I told you the book was 'finished' I have somehow managed to add almost 7000 more words, and I reckon there are a lot more where they came from. I have only written about my life up to the age of twelve.
I think I have to stop adding things now, say to myself that is enough and concentrate on polishing it up.
This situation is rather like doing a painting and not knowing when to stop. It is easy to go too far.
You are probably fed up with me going on about my book. I am sorry, but well, you know, a blog is a good way of dealing with issues like this. It is probably a rubbish book anyway. He says, desperately seeking approbation. Where the heck did that word come from?
I have neglected my blogging duties lately too, particularly the commenting side of things. I am sorry about that too. Please bear with me. I am still here, just rather closeted in my own little world at the moment. Writing seems to have me in it's grip. I will come out of the closet soon. Oh my God! What have I said? I didn't mean it like that. Honest!