Since I finished the first draft of Book Two of Random Rain, I have been re-reading Book One. Again. Just to check that I have everything in it that needs to be there in the light of what happens in Book Two. And of course, finding still more odd bits that needed a slight tweak.
Pleasantly surprised to find that I still like it after this one hundred and seventieth read. (Well, that's what it feels like.)
Today it's back to work on Book Two. The dreaded second draft. This is the one where I read what I have written and start crying at how bad it is. Where I decide I am in the wrong business, should never ever have thought I could write, let alone be published, and everyone will hate it and I am going to shoot myself. Then I pick myself up the floor and rewrite every second sentence.
Ah, I love writing.