I’m on chapter 6 in the editing process of my contemporary romance book. I’m enjoying rereading it very much and have forgotten a lot of the book, which makes it refreshing to read. Actually, I finished writing the 50,000 word book December 8, 2016 and never looked at it until now–now that I’m editing it. Six months later I’m editing. It feels really good to look back at my work and enjoy reading it. That’s a bright positive for me on my editing path. How different it would be if I hated reading my own work. (Pitch it out the window I say if I hate it). Well, not really literally pitch it out the window but that is the first thing that came to mind just now.