Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Moving Forward...Or Crawling Forward

Ok, I know it sounds extremely bad and dire, but it really isn't. I'm just a little tired--although I do have fabulous new hair. But none of that is actually what this long overdue blog is about.

I hate editing. I have no problem saying it. I hate editing. Not with the passion of say, a thousand exploding suns, but there is a fierceness to my hatred of editing. I know why it has to be done. I can even appreciate why it has to be done. It does not mean I have to like doing it by any means.

I think I hate it more because I always know when I can't put it off anymore. Usually around the 3/4 through mark on a book, I realize everything wrong with it. From major plot points to scene changes to massive cuts, all of it hits me at about page 250-300 on the writing side. And with all of that change just staring at me in the face, the writing comes to a screeching halt. My brain refuses to move forward until I fix all the prior mistakes.

Very little is more aggravating to a writer than having your brain refuse to do any flippin' work. And so in a fit of childishness, I get pissy at the the thing preventing me from doing what I want to do. Hence my hatred of editing.

But the good news is that I've cleared that ginormus hurdle with New Moon Rising. Provided I get the all clear from my phenomenal writing partner, I've fixed all the craptatasticness of the first draft. Which means everything I write now, with the mojo flowing like good cheap vodka on a Wednesday night, will be on point with what came before. Which will make the second round editing that much easier.

So, I'm moving forward. Maybe a little faster than a crawl. But I'm not up to running yet.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

"I Don't Care What They Say About Me, As Long As It Isn't True."

I love Dorothy Parker. Or her quotes, anyway. Pithy, original, and current even today even though it's been more than a few decades since Ms. Parker was throwing them out. The one above is one of my favorites--it's actually pretty close to the way I'm trying to live my life. Trying--I'm not sure how close I am to succeeding, but at least I'm making an effort.

I'm still relatively unknown enough that I don't have readers and fellow writers bombarding me with e-mail of either the love or hate variety. When I do finally get that first piece of hate mail, I'm going to keep that quote in mind. Because let's face it, hate is a pretty unreasonable emotion. It's gonna make you say crazy and kooky things. But as long as it isn't true, what does it matter?

More introspection later. For now, lunch and naptime calls...