There is nothing more disappointing than rereading something you have written which you believed was God’s gift to the world a few months ago and realizing that such sentiments are actually not the case.
For example: being on Easter break, after the Good Friday service and Veneration of the Cross, I picked up Becoming Mrs. Kennedy with the intent of giving her one more editing job before seriously looking for an agent.
HA! I thought it was the shit, but it turns out it’s just shit.
Ok, that was harsh. It’s not all bad. It’s mostly bad. And by mostly bad, I mean the first chapter has to go, the second one needs major operating, and the rest needs more adjectives, metaphors, and plain old more sophisticated language.
Editing really is like an operation. Some portions of your novel/story/whatever it is you write do not need to be there and instead must be removed with your merciless scalpel. Whether that is your pen or your delete key is up to your personal preference. The point is, it has to be done.
The cancerous scenes which resulted from your early mornings or late nights or bad days have to hit the road. It’s hard to go through and find all the mistakes, and it’s painstaking to remove them. Yet it must be done. For the sake of your story, you must swoop in like an angel sent from heaven and give your work the antidote to its ailment. It’s sick, deathly ill, suffering from a critical case of Bad Writing. You, the author are the only remedy. Quick! You have to make it well enough to leave the intensive care unit that is your computer files or birthday journals and send it to the world of agents and publishing houses where it will thrive and bring joy to reader and inspiration to other aspiring writers!
I’m overtired can you tell?
So here’s where I stand:
Chapter One is in the process of revision, and so far I like it much better.
Chapter Two I believe can stay so long as I seriously tweak it.
The rest, regular editing will suffice. That’s when the story really begins to pick up and since the character (Candace) gets older she matures and is easier to write.
Make Candace more mature and avoid the Sophie Kinsella pitfall. Bahaha! If you’re confused see post ‘Twenties Girl’ Worth Twenty Bucks. Also make her less dependent on Derek and ergo avoid the Stephenie Meyer pitfall, i.e. – her leading lady is constantly critiqued for being too pathetic and completely centering her life around her man. I WILL NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO CANDACE!!
*Disclaimer: Twilight is an admitted guilty pleasure and I love Edward Cullen. So sue me.*
Also, I have come up with a new and far better title with a much more subtle yet significant tie to the story. Drum roll please ……. the new and improved title is ………
The Sixth Sense.
Actually now that I see it written out I don’t like it as much. I’ll leave it for now. I need to find a better way to phrase it. Any suggestions?