Getting to work. Anyone have a bandaid?

So . . . my editor has finished her first edits on my manuscript. I have to say, I love her bluntness, her direct manner. She doesn't pull any punches. It's refreshing. Of course, it stops me for a second while I check myself for wounds and bleeding, but then I get to work knowing deep down she's right.

She told me I tend to be too wordy. Too wordy? She must not understand how long it took me to developed that talent! It takes dedication and effort to fit that many words into one sentence. So then I wondered if she would notice if I took those long sentences and just chopped them up into two or three smaller ones. That way I could keep all my beautiful words. I figured she was too smart to be buffaloed on that one so I have started going through my book to see where I am too long winded. Yeah, okay. So there are a few. Dang! She's right again.

I can't wait to get my manuscript back to see which lines she marked that I've fixed already. She also told me to go slow. What do I detect with that statement? Hmm. I do have a reputation for hurrying, for driving too fast, for taking food out of the oven too soon, for being impatient. Maybe some of that has filtered down into my writing.

Commonly, my critique group tells me they want more. That I'm hurrying through the good stuff to get to the good stuff. Yeah, that's me. It reminds me of the song. "I'm in a hurry to get things done. I rush and rush until life's no fun. All I really want to do is live and die, but I'm in a hurry and don't know why." I think I'll change my tune to, "Easy like Sunday Mornin'."

Anyway, I do want to give a shout out to Kristine. She puts up with my many questions and weird personality. Not many people are up to that task. Only a special few survive and Kristine, if you read this, it will only get worse. Maybe. lol