I started the re-write process with a simple grammar edit. Easy.
I moved to a setting edit. Not-so-easy. But doable.
And 120 pages into that second edit, I realized two things:
- my setting edit was focused way too much on timing and not enough on actual place description. Whether or not this is important, I let settle into my brain for a bit. But after two random conversations, I realized it’s important to me. No big deal, I thought. That will be edit three.
- one of the characters who died isn’t dead. Yup. And the funny thing is I didn’t realize that I shouldn’t kill her. I realized that she isn’t dead. I stopped writing to think this through. After all, the outline was finished with the character dying. It made sense in that timeline. And then all of a sudden, it didn’t.
Flash to me with my head on the table. Seriously. My summer is a few weeks from being over and the hours of editing I’ve put in is not only going to turn out to be a mere fraction of the writing that needs to be done, it’s probably going to keep me from starting the re-write of another story.
I suppose, though, that walking around running every errand possible for the past three days and repeating over and over in my head She isn’t dead. She isn’t dead. She isn’t dead. has really done nothing to help it get re-written.
The good news is, though, that a lot of what I think is the issue with the story will be solved by this revelation when it occurs. And I have to think that it will also be a better story.
It just leaves me with a lot of recalibrating to do in terms of my writing time. And my blogging time. I don’t want to abandon the chapter-by-chapter posts again, but I fear that when I go into this re-write nothing will make sense. I suppose it doesn’t really matter. For those who read, I guess my goal is that they get a taste of the way I write.
So, we’ll see. But in the meantime, she isn’t dead.