Hand-editing is horrifying. On page one, I only left two lines alone. Here are the only two original lines remaining:
"In the month we'd been married I'd found that if I suffered, Joe felt it tenfold."
"Huh. You don't have brothers and sisters --" Wait, I can combine that with the next sentence. So strike that. Gotta fix that.
On the plus side, there's only so much space on the page for revisions, so you can't get too stuck on any one sentence.
On the down side, there's a basic problem with this book, and it's me. I'm old. My perspective is old. I sound like a biddy. And it's because I'm basing the villain on Jerry's hero, Joe, who is obviously Jerry. Jerry, drunk, bi-polar, violent, self-absorbed. Only, nowadays (trademark term of old biddies) we are sympathetic to the mentally ill and to alcoholics. I'm halfway there, depressive, you think I'd campaign for mental illness,
But the truth is, mentally ill people aren't your safe choice in husbands. My heroine wants safety and this guy is volatile and there aren't good medications in 1931 Oklahoma.
He'll need to have some other flaw, maybe, that makes him temperamental. Then again, I never say in the book what makes him moody. I mean, I know, but no one else does.
Well, it's certainly evolving, if nothing else.