It’s Friday night. (Well, for me. For you it’s probably Monday. Sorry ’bout that.) There are things to do on Friday night that don’t involve sitting at a computer in my sweats.
But I’m in the middle of revisions. Big revisions. Necessary revisions. Brilliant revisions. Revisions that I’m ready to throw into the street and run over with my car. Repeatedly.
Yes, I just used an adverb. I’m testy. Don’t mess with me.
But, seriously, have you been there? I’m just… over my manuscript right now. And it’s horrible of me. I should be grateful and counting my blessings. I’ve got a darling of an editor and a publisher. (Oh, you didn’t know? Well, I’ll make an official annoucement soon. Just not yet.) I’m at that place all aspiring writers have wet dreams about.
But I’ve read this thing Fifty Million Damn Times now. At this point I’m just bored. The story’s soooooo been done. The author’s voice is starting to get on my nerves.;)
The dream’s become damn annoying. OK, I know I’ll fall in love all over again eventually, right? And I’m just being terrible for complaining? I know, I know. But I AM bored with it.
Ever been there? What did you do?
Hang in there, Leah! Congrats on the pending completion of the edits and the publication. May you re-read the book when it finally hits print, and then fall in love with it all over again. 🙂
Not nearly there yet, chica, but I’m re-re-re-reviewing my first chapter. It’s a bit sickening sometimes. But I am finding that it’s liberating in a way. There are segments I’ve never been completely okay with but would keep fleshing out just to see what materializes. But, alas, some parts are going the way of the dodo and making way for more definitive, palpable ones. I’m trying to see it as a growing experience. Rock on!
Thanks both of you. It was better today. That is, until I opened the document… 😉 One really nice part, though, has been writing in new exchanges or small scenes–or even big scenes. So at least there’s some creation going on along with all the tedium of editing/revising.
That’s the way I try to see it. There’s creation going on even when I’m tearing down and building anew. It helps make the editor and the writer stop their petty civil wars and act in concert.