How do you edit something that you hate?
Okay, hate is a strong word. But I can’t find a better one to take its place. I’m starting the second round of edits for BLOOD OF WOLVES after two weeks of skirting the damned thing. And, urk.
Some history: most of the novel was written during 2010, and a first pass edit, which took about as long, took place during 2011, half of which occured before Viable Paradise, half after. Once done, I handed it over to my writing group for a beta read, got feedback from them by end of February. Let it sit until June (for a bunch of reasons, no doubt in part from fear).
Now I’m back to it, having pushed the first two chapters out to a second beta. It’s time to make this edit as much a part of my regular, daily progress as the draft for STAR DOOR is.
And I hate it. It’s the piece of clothing I bought two years ago that I loved-loved-loved. It was hot, it looked good on me, wearing it was as much treat as indulgement. And now I look at it, hanging in the cost half-hidden by the clothes in regular rotation and I can see how dated it is. It makes me cringe to think I ever paid for it, let alone walked out of the house with it on. What was I thinking?
These chapters are terrible. Kudos to my writing group for the sacrifice of their time in reading it. The only shred of hope I have left is that, once I get to the halfway mark, I’ll see a marked improvement in the editing (and thus prose) in the second half, worked on after Viable Paradise. (A greater worry is that I won’t.)
If this was a short story, I’d be okay with trunking it. But two years and 120,000 words is a lot to give up on, especially when I still love the characters, the conflict, and the world that came with it.
It’s one of the summer projects, and slog through it I will. It’s gotta get better. And if it doesn’t, I gotta make it better. Simple as that.