I experience a mixed bag of emotions when I’m rewriting a piece.
One emotion is excitement because I’m fixing things I had problems with in the original draft. Another is trepidation because I’m worried that the things I actually did enjoy about my original draft will have to be cut out.
Each thing you change in a story has a domino effect. One little paragraph can completely change the tone.
You have to choose what you change very carefully.
There’s also the humiliation of realizing you actually let another human being read this when it doesn’t remotely resemble what you hoped it would be.
I’m going to attempt to do something I’ve never done before.
I am going to literally take it page by page and rework as much as I can in my favor. Every word I don’t like, every clumsy sentence, every image that isn’t just right is going to get the hedge clippers.
Just the thought makes me want to drink an entire bottle of whisky straight out of the bottle, but it seems as though this is the only method that will make this venture worth while.
How else will I justify spending months on this thing?
I will be the first to say I am not always the most productive human being. At least when it comes to writing. This, however, is not entirely due to my proclivity to procrastinate. I just happen to write very, very, very, very slow.
My typing isn’t the issue. I can actually key words relatively quickly. It’s just for, whatever reason, it takes an act of God for me to write more than five paragraphs on a good day.
I’ll be happy, writing away, and think off-handedly “Wow! Two whole pages already! I wonder how long I’ve been at this. Oh, six years.”
It’s like if I ever want to actually get anything done, I have to seclude myself in one of those Dragon Ball Z hyperbolic time chambers.
Minus the heavy gravity, temperature fluctuations, and dense air, obviously.
Forget the Scrivener, that would be the best invention a writer like me could ask for. However, I would need at least two years inside there before I could finish a major project.
Hey, it takes a while to get the dialogue and action just right. There is also the issue of rewrites along with new ideas that need to be explored.
You can’t rush these things.
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.