Writing a novel is one thing. You set aside months, years of your life to flesh out characters, twist and bend the plot, build a world that is so believable that readers could practically live in it, and then you figure out a way to wrap it all up with a neat and tidy bow and type “The End.”
But that isn’t where it ends. Of course not. Then you have to edit. And edit. And edit. And then, because you’re a good, responsible writer, edit some more.