I'm truly understanding the value of killing a tree. Also known as a line edit on a printed copy of my manuscript. Holy marking up my paper to fix bad sentences.
I knew I tended to underwrite early drafts. I hadn't realized, at this point, that I was still missing a chapter. Or two.
Or that each page would look like a three-year-old took a black marker to it.
The thing is...I've been writing long enough that I know this. I've done line edits before. Yet every time it smacks me alongside the head and I say, 'Oh yeah...ummm...this works really well. Thank goodness I didn't send it yet.'
Which leads to two things:
1.) I won't have this manuscript out before my husband gets home for his mid-tour leave. It'll be close, but no cigar. And I will happily set it aside to give him my full attention.
2.) I'd be really interested in a study examining absorption and retention of student readers when they read from a computer screen vs. the printed page. My bet is the physical object holds more weight, figuratively speaking, than the digital one.
I even Googled to see if I could find anything. All in the name of distracting myself from writing the missing chapters, of course.
But now I'm off...it's 5:32 am. I've been up since 4:30. And George is getting very impatient about that missing chapter.