While trying to wrap up the editing for my dad’s book, I began to wonder if editing wasn’t a bit like medicine or psychology–one of the fields in which you shouldn’t be allowed to treat your own family members. Thinking about it, I realize I’ve been very conflicted by this whole process. On one hand, I feel an exaggerate need to preserve his voice and not be too critical of his work. On the other hand, I want to do the best editing job possible so that his work looks good and my talent is displayed for potential clients. It’s a hard balance to maintain.
I found the piece that went missing for the short story collection. I reread the few paragraphs this morning. It’s a very rough draft, but once I finish writing, there will be a lot to work with. There are a lot of details and plot points I wrote down that helped me plug back into the story and see exactly where I wanted to go with it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my WIPs and projects back home. I can’t wait to get my hands on them and see what’s salvageable, what’s still good. Stories I haven’t thought about in the years since I moved are suddenly popping up in my head. Some are calling me to explore them, to see what happens next.
Between all of the success editing, finding lost pieces, and rekindling my writing motivation, it’s been a really good week.