Revision and Self Editing for Publication by James Scott Bell

I'm sitting at my desk, blue pen in my hand, and I'm drawing a branch of a tree. This is not an ordinary tree, and I'm not drawing a landscape. I wouldn't dare to attempt anything like that with my drawing ability of a child. I'm creating a mind-map. No, not the one scientists make to describe how neurons connect inside your brain to make you a smartass human. I'm making notes studying J. S. Bell's book: Revision and Self Editing for Publication. When ready it will be nice and colorful. I will make a picture and pin it here.
I hear a knock on the door, and I shout "Come in". Jack enters, whistling.
"Hi Uncle, can I borrow your car?"
"Where's yours?"
"Still in the garage, they are repairing the dent that stupid woman made the other day."
The 'stupid woman' refers to an old lady who didn't see the stop sign and drove directly into the side of Jack's car - at least Jack said it happened this way.
"Where are you going?"
"I promised Jenny to take her to her friend's party. She doesn't want to drive drunk."
"She's drunk?" I arch my eyebrow.
"Not yet. But will be, most probably, when I'm picking her up later."
I sigh, fish the car key from my pocket, and hand it to him. "Be careful with old ladies" I say.
He puts the key into his pocket, then steps to my desk, and studies my mind-map.
"What are you doing?"
"Mind-mapping."
"I can see that, but about what?"
I tell him.
"You take this seriously, don't you? This writing thing."
"I do."
"Does this book help?"
"Sure helps a lot. I just finished the first draft of my novel, and..."
"Oh, my! You wrote a novel? What is it about? Can I read it?"
"It's a thriller, but not ready yet. I have to edit and revise it."
"Amazing."
"You can be my beta reader."
"What?"
"Who reads the book before submitting to Publishers, and gives valuable advice how the story can be improved."
"I can do that. When are you going to finish it?"
"I'll let you know. So. I just finished the first draft, and I need to improve it. I bought this book to learn how to revise and edit."
He studies the blue and red and green lines on the paper, small letters written next to and around them. It is really like a tree: there is an oval shape in the middle, like a cut-through trunk, wide branches coming out of it, then narrow ones coming out of those. Every wide branch has different color, and their small ones are colored the same. Each one represents different subjects I studied from the book.
"Characters" he reads out loud, "Plot and Structure, Scenes. Where is the part it talks about editing?"
"It's all about editing. If you want to write a compelling novel, you need to know what makes a novel compelling. The book is mostly about that. How to create believable characters, how to raise the stakes infusing conflict into the story, what to put in the beginning, middle and end, and thousand other things you need to incorporate into your book. The last part is about the editing process itself."
Jack frowns. "It sounds complicated" he says.
"It is complicated first, and it never gets very easy. They say everyone has a book inside. But not everyone can put it on paper properly."
"I'm sure you can, Uncle. You're too stubborn to fail."
I take it as a compliment.
"I must go now, thanks for your car. I can hardly wait to read your novel. See ya."
I turn back to the mind-map. Man, I glad I have bought Revision and Self Editing for Publication, without it my novel sucked.

Ok, here it is, a few hours later: