Sometimes I wish I was one of those self-published authors that can just slap any old thing up for sale without a lick of editing. I will say that most do not do that. Most independent authors understand the importance of editing.
But what freedom it would be to just keep plugging away with complete abandon. And then when you hit “the end” just start on the next one. How awesome would that be? Probably not very awesome for whoever tried to read the finished work.
I’m still editing. Can you tell? I’m daydreaming about the freedom of poor quality, so I’m guessing you probably can.
I keep assuring myself that the next readthru will be 100% better. That keeps me going on the long evening hours of transferring paper changes into the computer.
I’ve started making notes for the next book already and it’s increasingly difficult for me to not write it. I’m infatuated with a story that doesn’t exist yet.
Seriously, I have a good ten pages of notes and illustrations are planned. I’m itching to start it. However, I will not write one word of the actual book until my current two projects are done, or at least one has been released. I’ll just continue making notes. Lots of notes.