At the start of this week I began yet another edit of the book to tighten up the story line, expunge more than a few awkward phrases, and generally improve a reader’s experience. This time, I printed the whole draft so I could work with a pen and paper. Nothing clarifies errors like seeing them on paper.
I haven’t finished this edit, but I’m two-thirds of the way through. I just finished editing the section covering the six years I spent caring for Diane until the end of her life. Reliving that experience is painful every time I revisit it, but I want her story to live in the minds and hearts of people who never met her, to see her as I did.