I’m in the process of the second last revision of my manuscript. I say second last because I’ve given it to two very trustworthy friends on another side of the world. Whilst they read and report I could of course, rest and re-gird my loins.
But I decided instead to revise it myself .
I haven’t done any revision for a week. I am a disgrace to the brotherhood of writers.
The days it’s Antarctic blue, and clear as far as the galaxy’s end, why would one want to sit inside tapping away on a computer? And I ask, does this mean I am not really as dedicated to my writing as I should be?
These encouraging words came from http://thesunlitdesk.wordpress.com
Perseverance: Write daily
Trust: Don’t wait for creativity, expect it
Prudence: Have the good sense to know when not to write. Forcing writing when you just can’t get into it will foster resentment and make the next session hard to start
Once I wrote a first draft for a story. Then I revised it and it became a second draft. Then I revised it again and it became the third draft at which point I sent it to a consultancy for a report and it came back and I revised it again. Sent it back, further revisions. Then came the invitation to send the all-important first 50 pages with a view to it being called in. Sent it. More tiny revisions. Each time it’s like trying to find specs of dandruff on white velvet!!!
The below opportune post came from literary agent Rachelle Gardner’s blog this week. I say opportune because I had just received the first 50 pages back (again) from the literary consultancy and it appears they want me to fine-tune it that bit more and if it evens out, they say they will call it in.
I have a huge deadline of manuscript editing today for Paperweights if I want to truly stand a chance of publication. Thus I am unable to compile a competent blog, so to keep you entertained and no, I shouldn’t do it but I will anyway, I thought I’d share what blew into my email this morning. I really do think I shall ask RA to be my ‘virtual’ partner for the ‘virtual’ Masked Ball here in May! Sorry Ladies, beat you to it! Just don’t tell the love of my life . . .
