Now that the chaos has calmed, I have to say that I miss my middle child. Desperately. Not that I didn’t miss my oldest
just as much when he went off to college. In fact, I cried every day after he
left – each time I passed his high school on my way to work…or the grocery
store…or the movie theater…. You get the idea.
This time, with this son, I miss him in a way that’s nearly palpable. I get teary whenever I hear Big Sean sing "I hope you learn to make it on your own. If you love yourself just know you'll never be alone... And when you get it all just remember one thing - that one man could change the world." Those lyrics ring so true. I had to pull off the road one day and cry. Really. But like I told my youngest, my happiness for her brother outweighs the sadness. So his going away isn’t any less difficult, just different. In the way that each child is different.
This time, with this son, I miss him in a way that’s nearly palpable. I get teary whenever I hear Big Sean sing "I hope you learn to make it on your own. If you love yourself just know you'll never be alone... And when you get it all just remember one thing - that one man could change the world." Those lyrics ring so true. I had to pull off the road one day and cry. Really. But like I told my youngest, my happiness for her brother outweighs the sadness. So his going away isn’t any less difficult, just different. In the way that each child is different.
That said, sending my son off to frolic with the higher learning crowd
has added a little more than 100 minutes of non-pickup/drop-off time to my
daily schedule. (You don’t think about that while it's going on or else you'd talk yourself out of taking on the task. Or go crazy.) For years I've wished for extra
hours in my day and – BAM! – like magic, I got ‘em. To top that off, my youngest
is back in school and has freed me from her vampirish stay-up-all-night summer schedule.
So voile! I’m back to editing like the author I am. Here’s my magic to-date:
Gaging by numbers alone, my progress count would deceive me into thinking that I’m almost halfway through revisions. HA! I’ve actually added 8,424 words to the story. (Mind you, I cut 4,500+ words by deleting a chapter early on.) This means my actual word count – if I submitted the story “as is” today – would be 97,170. Oh my.
All that math made my head hurt. LOL Thus, the moral of this blog post is that it’s time to get back to the book. While my son's out learning how to change the world, my goal is to finish editing before autumn passes me by.
#thatisall #amediting
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