never say never

So this last edit, uh yeah.  Last edit.  A last edit that took off over six hundred words!  Now, what sort of last edit is that?

Probably not the last edit.  But it's close, so close that I'm feeling like it's nearly here!  My eldest daughter's fiance is going to fashion the cover, which is wonderful!  But to take out that many words at what was supposed to be one last viewing?  Perhaps there are never enough revisions, or maybe I'm just catching instances of passive voice before it's too late.  It was really a few chapters in particular, middle ones that seem to have needed the knife.  The end was fine, so was the beginning, and I only noted one typo!  (At least there was that...)

But but but...  But I want to be done.  I want to get the revisions completed so I can PUBLISH this darn book!  But I also know it's time in coming, time to get it done when it's supposed to be done.  And whenever that is, well, that's when it is.  The War On Emily Dickinson will end on its own sweet time...