So there it is.  My first novel.  It isn’t like the old days where it’s a pile of papers that I can still chuck in the fireplace.  It’s an e-pile of papers, and I’ve saved it and backed it up and all that (Dropbox.com is working pretty well for this). But, for as much as I celebrated, drinking too many beers at the in-law’s on New Year’s Eve Eve, I wasn’t finished.  I’m not finished.  I’m not even close. See, now I take the novel that I wrote, and actually make it something readable.  Hell, not just readable, enjoyable.  Sought after.  SELLABLE. It’s not.  Not right now anyway.  I sound like I’m whinging a bit when I say it like this, but… it was my first try! It was my first try at this.  I’d never written a book, let alone one that people might want to read or someday even *GASP* purchase. It’s a good story though, and it’s got a lot to it.  I have a lot of work ahead of me though, in that I have to… Read moreNext Step: Revising