Today I have the extreme pleasure to begin digging into my rough draft of DESOLATE. This could go one of two ways. Either I will emerge from my writing cave shocked by my brilliance (completely unlikely) or my husband will find me rocking in the corner. I know which I am placing my bets on haha
Editing has become a chore and a delight to me. In the beginning I hated it, partially because I knew I totally sucked at seeing typos, but also because I had to face my initial thoughts.
I’m a very flexible writer. I go where my character’s want to go. AKA: I obey the voices in my head. It’s ok. I’m just creative 🙂
By the time I reach the end of a rough draft, usually I only have small bits and pieces of the overall story that I remember. I write fast and I write hard. Then I forget. So going back through a rough draft has become a delight to me because it is truly like reading the story for the first time.
I can marvel at a particularly well written line and wince at a pathetically structured dialogue section. I get to experience the anger, need for revenge and fall in love all over again with my characters. If, by the end of reading DESOLATE I am ready to roll heads, I will know that I have succeeded in my task.