I'm still working through revisions. I'm behind the pace I had hope to set for myself, but it is better for the revisions to be done well, rather than done quickly just to hit a target date. It does no good to rush. I've been getting into some of the heavier, more-involved corrects, and they just take longer.
At least, this is what I tell myself.
I had mentioned it to myself in my pre-edit notes that some adjustments to a particular scene around the chapter 30-something mark would probably need to be made because I thought it would prove to be just slightly off from the rest.
So I dug into it on Monday night, probably a little after 11pm, thinking it would only be a minor change that wouldn't require any changes to any other scenes. Around 3am on Tuesday morning, I had to face facts: there was nothing slight about the discrepancy. All of a sudden, I was on the Major Revision Highway.
Because, seriously, unless this character had discovered a wormhole and just never mentioned it to me, he had no business doing what he was doing when and where he was doing it.
There have been many, many times during this editing and revising process when I feel like I wrote the end of this novel without actually having read the beginning of it. This would be one of them.
But it's cool because it is obviously better that these mistakes are discovered now and not when, say... after a book is released into the wild. (Not that this book will ever make it out into the wild, at this rate...)
But it's also cool because in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, I devised a potentially genius—or at least potentially kind of okay—plan to fix it. I required pages and pages of notes, calendars, charts and a mini storyboard (hello, visual learner!) to do so, but I did it.
And the best part is, the plan still holds up 24 hours later. Here's hoping I can make it 48.
Happy Wednesday, all!