Sometimes to complete a book you need to stop writing.
This last week I didn’t write a word, and for once it had nothing to do with depression nor a busy ministry schedule in my day job. Nope. This time it was my wife’s fault.
See, my wife edits all my books. She does a fantastic job, catching typos and plot holes and forcing the entire product to shine so much more than it would otherwise. She asks annoying questions to which I answer, “I don’t know!” …and then she figures out the solution to whatever she asks.
This week she had to get to editing. Because of the copious number of children in our house, it’s pretty common that only one of us can work at a time. So if she has to edit, it means I have to supervise the insanity of children that resides with us.
I’m happy to give her the time. Not only does she make the books better, but I kinda love her. So it’s just fine to let her go! I’m content to work for her benefit.
That means… two weeks in a row and basically no writing, though. For the first time in over a year, I may not have a book written in a month. I guess things happen, huh? Maybe next month I can make up for it. (Yeah… in December? Probably not. Maybe in January, though!)
And it’s worth it. This time of my waiting makes the books better. And next year ALL the kids will be in school, meaning that at least during the day we can both work! That’ll help immensely.
And until then… well, time to let my editor get to work!