In the late summer afternoons, I would ride my bike to the marina where the big boats were. The gangways were always locked. So I just stood behind the gate and stared at the boats, imagining what it would be like to stand at the wheel, back out of the slip, head up the channel, turn south, and keep going. Even then I didn’t want to be the boy behind the gate. I wanted to be the one at the wheel calling, “Cast off the bow, we’re headed to sea.”
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Editing
Editing a manuscript is a tough job. Mine started out with 700 pages of material. I thought it was done when I got it down to 600, but I am continuing to cut, slash, and cut some more until it fits onto a press that is normal size. I'm now at 400 and still cutting. But it's coming, so thank you all for being so patient!
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