I have really come to love the creative process of fiction writing. I hope my efforts are good enough to read, but the process is a real high in and of itself. So, why mention this seemingly obvious fact? Because it's all the other stuff! I finished my first draft of Time Diving a couple weeks ago. It was wonderous, spending all my spare time manipulation words and characters. But now, I have to do the scut work. Yecko! I have to type the manuscript into text. After that long process, I can proof it, usually by narrating it for Podiobooks.com, which takes a few months to get right. Of course, I can only devote significant time to Time Diving when I've wrapped up The Prisoner of NaNoWriMo; I'm about half way through the narration. So, all these distractions mean I can't write. If I did, want I produced would only be that much further from finishing, due to the stuff in line ahead of it. I told Karen yesterday I needed 'people' to do this worky work for me. She rolled her eyes at yet another great idea of mine. Ah, the slings and arrows.
I love it when I have a finished book out there, so it's all worth it, but I don't love narrating and editing and chasing down a cover, and all the peripheral machinations. In the end, I am not complaining, just whining.........