I have too much free time

Or, how I choose to spend my time being unproductive. Let's face it. I'm a bit of a procrastinator. A tiny bit. A touch. A smidgen. Ok, a lot. Like really, just an enormous procrastinator. In college I'd wait till the night before to write a paper, dribble some vague nonsense on a page, turn it in. I went to art school so really, they weren't exactly looking for prize winning essays. It worked. However it also instilled in me a sort of conditioning that causes me to only work when the deadline is right freaking now. Unfortunately, when you're editing your own book and have no one giving you those deadlines, you're supposed to do it yourself. Keyword supposed to.

I have a lot of free time currently. Why, you ask. Well because I am currently mending from surgery (for future reference, the spine is the biggest asshole of all the body parts. Including the actual ass itself). If I was a productive type of person I'd have finished editing, published it myself, and moved on to book two by now. And believe me I do in fact have plans for a book two. I have plans for upwards of a book four. I just...have to get around to writing them down. Again, procrastination.

I have a process. Really. It involves basically throwing up all the word vomit ideas in my head onto a word document, leaving it alone for a few days, and then going in and editing. And by editing I mean rewriting basically the whole damn thing. The original book started out in a plain document and ended at 80 pages. The version I have now comes in closer to 170. I did my rewrites in red font because I'm just a touch crazy like that. By the end, there was more red font than black. For just that extra touch of crazy, I printed it all out then (hey, office laser printers were made for just such an occasion) and edited it again with red pen. a bit like grade school, but effective. Except I would write strange notes, just circle a whole chunk of a page and write "fix this". But I didn't note down what exactly I was supposed to fix, so now I have to go back and pretend like I know what I was thinking of at that time. Effective, no, but still a process.

A slow process because of those 170 pages, I only have 50 that are fully finally finished being edited and are all set to publish. The reason why it isn't all 170 pages? One word: Skyrim. Because honestly, given the choice of fixing grammar or killing dragons, which one would you choose?


Oh don't give me that, I'll finish editing. Just as soon as I kill this dragon...