I love writing fiction. At the end of a good chapter, I feel warm in the knowledge that I have done my best. The best of days is when I spend most of it writing and playing my guitar.
This morning I finished the editing process of the next novel, Forgive Us Our Trespasses. I’m glad it’s over. Editing days aren’t nearly as satisfying as writing days. I have to confront my mistakes and inconsistencies. I have to wage war against my absentmindedness. It’s hard to catch absentminded errors because I can’t imagine having made them, and it’s hard to fix what I can’t imagine having done.
It’s embarrassing to discover that I have called Frawley “Hawley,” or called him third circuit solicitor in some places and third district solicitor in others, or, for some reason, referred to a character named “Teo” as “Keon,” because, at some point, I chose one name over the other and didn’t get it straight in my mind.
Editing can be scary. I’m so fortunate this time. The editor was really meticulous. I went through it twice, the former to review the little changes and the latter to concentrate on the overall manuscript. I added a little dialogue and description, but it was probably about an even swap between what I deleted and what I added. The story takes a little over 100,000 words.
The other scary part is wondering, upon reviewing this huge project, if I will really like it. It would be a shame to expend all that effort and then consider it a failure. I’ve remarked to friends that I’m a little manic-depressive in my writing. While writing it, I think it’s great. Whoa, baby, I’m rolling now. The next time, I think it stinks. Oh, Christ. No one would believe that! The third time is balanced, or, at least, it seems so through my jaded perspective.
I came out of this one intact. I think my fourth novel is the best yet. It has little of me in it. That’s progress I’ve been trying to make. The trick is to create a character and know him so well that I can think through him. I can see the world through his eyes and have him do what I expect he would do under the developing circumstances. That’s the reason my story changes from first draft to submission. It’s the reason the outline is crucial. I have to keep up every time I veer off the planned route. Perhaps it’s why some find my novels rambling. Perhaps it’s why I find them fun.
At the moment, I’m so happy that I feel almost incapable of doing anything other than this blog. I’ve got another major project today, and I’m about to get on it. At the moment, though, I’m just happy.
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