While Terror Australis has been away at the editor’s, some will know I have been ticking away with the second installment. Now during those weeks, it was tempting to open the MS, but what would be the point. However, on Friday the edited manuscript for Terror Australis came back.
And as the title of this post states, albeit a bit cliche, the sentiment behind those words are so, so true. Not only did Eevas fresh eyes and friendly, yet stern critique help so did the forced abstinence. Now over the last couple of days, I have found it easier to review it from a less personal level.
In fact, I have, in an odd way found the process a little cathartic. Who knew?