In my limited experience, when you’re first writing your book, everything is new and exciting, an uncharted stretch of map, a blank canvas. Anything is possible. Editing, on the other hand, is about trying to find your way home by following a jellybean trail on a night with a new moon in a forest full of rabid 6 year olds while drunk and concussed from being thrown off the back of your unicorn.
Editing is hard. It’s time consuming. It’s a raw deal. And since I don’t have an editor to slowly disembowel me and light my spine on fire from the inside, I have to do it myself. I’m not complaining – it’s great experience and, for me, an important part of the process.
I have a lot of work ahead of me.
Still, I can’t help but be kind of excited. I can see a glimmer of hope – a sparkling pinprick of possibility in the distance. Maybe, if I eat my Wheaties and wash behind my ears and sacrifice a virgin to the gods, I could be published. Maybe. I know there’s a lot more to it than that, but this process brings me one step closer.
I started editing over the weekend. I finished my first read through yesterday and have been making countless notes on alternate scenarios, characters, plot points and the theme ever since. I’m not ready to make a decision on which direction I want to go yet – I’m going to take some time to explore all of my options with this tale.
It’s a comforting feeling to know that even though there is a long road ahead, I’m still moving forward.
Sometimes, people I know who are aware of my writing aspirations ask me: what is your book about? It’s hard for me to explain, because I haven’t quite nailed down the theme or the logline yet. It’s not baked yet. It’s still cookie dough. I usually burst into an elaborate monologue about the plot. Which, of course, I will completely rewrite (oh yes, that’s happening).
While I may not know every detail, I do have a few nailed down. I’m pretty confident in the overall setting and the nitty-gritty of who my characters are. I like the main story question and I have the Black Moment all figured out. The rest… well… not so much. Yet.
But tomorrow is a new day.