The editing is going slowly. Too slow. I don’t know if it’s a matter of being lazy, being skittish, or being bored with my own work. I’ve settled on an editing plan and I’m on Chapter 9 (of 21). Good god, some of it’s crap. I really wish I had listened to the voice in my head (one that has echoed everything I’ve read elsewhere) that said, “Don’t give it to Lesley until you’ve edited it once.” That said, I know there are bits, sometime sentences, sometimes paragraphs and sometimes even scenes that I kind of like. I haven’t gotten to many of them yet, but they are there, and I know more are coming.
I think – this could be a persistent delusion, who knows – that I got better over the course of writing the book. They say the first million words you write are just practice. With the manuscript and with the notes, histories, world-building, I may have reached 10% of that number.
I wonder if I’m not the type of writer who can just push through a draft at cyclone speed and come out with something I feel good about working on during the editing phase. Or, perhaps, I’m just not all that clever. 🙂
I do feel better about approaching the next project, and I do believe that I will better be able to outline my project, knowing what I need now that I’ve written one. Then again, I get the neatest stuff during my writing exercises, which are totally random ideas springing from a prompt. I still have a lot of fear about writing. I have this idea for a short story that I really think could be damn-spiffy but I’m terrified of trying, of ‘ruining’ it.
Which is so utterly stupid. I know.
More to come …