So...it's the middle of the editing. Not even the middle of the middle, but the beginning of the middle. The first two chapters look pretty good, but, (and perhaps this is universal) this is the phase where I find all the plot holes. Or some of them, anyway. I hope it's all. So I go from the written copy and its red ink notes, to the laptop and the revising. Solving one problem changes something somewhere else. It takes a while. I didn't have any expectations about time, but there is something about the middle of this that feels like drowning. I might put in two hours, stretch, fetch a snack, and sit back down, and discover I'm still where I started.
But it also has to be done. The more I read from more experienced writers, the more I am certain that I am not alone in this, and that the middles always feel sloggy, like feet dragging in the muck. I am making progress, and all of the major points are in place. It's hard not to get bogged down in the details. But maybe that's what this phase of revision is about -- cleaning up the patchwork of day to day writing to form a coherent whole.
It feels like stagnation, but it isn't. The only way out is through.