I’ve put it off long enough.
I must edit the third draft of my story.
It’s been a while since I looked at this novella and, to be honest, I’m kind of terrified. Is it going to be better than I remember? Worse than I remember? I have no way of knowing until I reread it.
Will it stay a novella? Will I have to hack away at it until it’s a short story, or pile on it until it’s a full-length novel?
There are so many questions.
Unfortunately, there are no answers.
Only the Red Pen.
The Red Pen snorts at your characters’ backstories and your obvious social commentary.
The Red Pen cares nothing for your need to impress your friends. It scoffs at your attempts at fictionalizing yourself and rewriting your high school years so everyone thinks you’re great and you date that hot guy from your chemistry class.
There is no hope.
Remember that character you were going to develop, but then abandoned? The Red Pen does. That awkward sexual metaphor you made in the third chapter? The Red Pen noticed.
The Red Pen sees.
The Red Pen knows.
Wish me luck…
It’s not perfect, but it’s done.
After several long weeks, I finally finished that pesky third draft that has been plaguing my every thought.
Remember how a few posts ago I wrote about how a second draft was like a forest fire? Well, this draft was like trying to put the forest back together after the flames and then attempting to make it look better than it did before getting torched.
I kept rereading my previous draft, wondering how I could possibly repair the damage I had wrought without overdoing.
In some cases, I have been able to fix certain errors in my work, however, the result is that it becomes completely sapped of all personality. Personally, I’d rather have a project that’s zanny and nonsensical than boring.
Luckily, I think this draft is neither A nor B.
It’s full of action!
It’s 68 pages long….!
Oh, well. I’ll worry about that later. For now, I will relish in the fact that I have stuck with this project for so long and am planning to see it through to the end. Whatever the fate of my story will be, I will not stop giving it the love and affection it deserves!
So…I’m supposed to be working on the third draft of a short story, but here I am.
I thought about writing all day at work today, mentally mapping out scenes and constructing dialogue. Then, when I actually got home, all I wanted to do was, well, anything else.
My story and I have been acting like two backwards magnets lately. I open the word document, but when I start to type, I seize up.
Sentences aren’t forming the way I want them to and so my motivation evaporates.
I suppose the obvious reason for this is because I am nervous about starting from the top again. I don’t want to repeat the same mistakes I made with the first and second draft. However, I’m afraid that by restarting I will consequently change everything that was good about the original manuscript.
I’m worried I will create a margarine story. It’ll just be a blah with no personality.
I’ve run into this issue before. In some cases when I attempt to fix a problem, I usually make it worse or correct it only to feel like I’ve removed part of the story’s charm.
I guess that’s what beta readers are for. Nonetheless, I like to wow people with my epic story-telling abilities so it’s difficult for me to let people see my dirty underwear.
Good luck to all of you and your writing projects.
Don’t stay up too late.