|Sample pages. Bet you can guess why I needed that 3rd pen...|
That first run-through was actually done last Wednesday, but I took a few days off in order to talk myself out of
A) deleting all 325,000 words of it
B) giving up writing in favor of running away and joining the circus
C) All of the above
Obviously I did none of those things because here I am, writing a post about how I'm about to tear those 325,000 words apart in the hopes of reassembling it into a shiner, better, happier—
Well, maybe not happier. I don't think my characters have been happy since...well, ever. (Better luck in Book Three, characters!)
But it's perhaps possible that I could make a manuscript with which I am happier. Or, at least less unhappy because, at the moment, I remain unhappy and unimpressed with this first draft.
Which is all right because I have a plan to change that. Or part of a plan, at least. The broad strokes of a plan. Meaning, I (mostly) know what I need to do, even if I have yet to work out exactly how to do it.
|That's right. I split some infinities. Homewrecker.|
This week will be devoted to the easy fixes: the misspelled words—i.e., though instead of through, and that one character named Rhona who I kept calling Rhonda for whatever reason—the misplaced or missing commas (try as I might, I never get the damn commas where they're actually supposed to go), and incorrect verb tenses—that sort of thing, hoping that focusing on the little things might help me find the solutions to correct the other, not-so-little things.
For example...that one character who seems to think she's in a completely different story each and every time she shows up on the page because apparently my other personalities all took a shot at writing for her. Her arc will have to be overhauled from top to bottom.
Or the two characters whose relationship just isn't quite what it's supposed to be. Fixing that will be like walking a tightrope, and I have terrible balance.
Or the rampant amount of telling and not showing I decided to indulge in. It's like I was trying to write an 800-paged Dick and Jane novel. Which I wasn't, so you know, that'll have to be fixed, too.
What it all boils down to is that I've got a lot of work ahead of me. Just...no one tell the Gator Girl, okay?
|Did you say something, Mom?|
Oh, like I can say no to that face...(Actually, I say that a lot to that face. It's just that the ears attached to it don't often care.)
So, one last thing before I jump down the revision hole...
Today is Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I don't think it's one of those holidays where you say "Have a Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day" (not that I don't wish you a happy day), so instead let me express my hope that we all learn (or continue to learn) from his fine example and teachings.
Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day, all.