In November I wrote a book about a dead boy.
I was very proud of it. It was 75,000 words of undiluted word-splat. It was all the humour I’ve longed to write (and usually fail at) in a style I’ve never tried (dry and wry) and it flowed out of my keyboard like nothing else.
Now I want to edit it.
OH WHY OH WHY AM I EDITING THIS DEAD BOY AND THE PAPER CUT? It is extremely difficult. It is monstrously difficult. Not because it’s wickedly messy (it’s actually not), but because editing is not my favourite.
I stopped to ask myself…why?
Why do I struggle with editing so much?
There are so many awesome parts about editing. The biggest plus is: the skeleton is already there. All I have to do now is trim or axe. What’s the big deal? WHAT?
Then it came to me like a smack in the head (as all epiphanies do):
I struggle with editing because I’m a perfectionist. Once upon a time I had to make my first-drafts perfect. This provided me (duh) with writers block thicker than Earth’s crust. SO, in order to combat this, I redrafted my perfectionist policies to be, a) no perfectionism on Mondays*, and b) no perfectionism in first-drafts. It fixed everything! I write horribly the first time round. I’m talking real word-vomit, here. THEN. I edit and make things better.
But this does up the pressure on editing. It’s still easier than writing that elusive “perfect” first draft (way easier, peoples), but I’ve got SUCH a mess to work with.
I have to disappear into my mind and just think of ways to make every teeny itsy bitty word the BEST and most MARVELLOUS word I can think of. It destroys one’s abilities to make conversation with other humanoids.** Everything is just, “LET ME EDIT YOUR SENTENCES, FAMILY, YOU’RE USING UNNECESSARY WORDS.” Editing makes me go slightly out of my mind.
* Mondays are the worst.
** This is hilarious. I never make good conversation. What am I even saying?
If it’s editing well, um, then I have to send it to betas. My sister gets to read it. I get to chew nails and wait for feedback. That’s the worst. What if they don’t like it? What if it’s not funny? Give me a second, I AM A BIG BUNDLE OF SELF-DOUBT.
Editing is hard but I’m pretending to be brave.
Shhh, don’t let anyone know your wonderful overlord has moments of non-fabulousness. And as part of my being brave…I did something huge.
I made a wattpad account.
So YES. You can trundle over there and follow me and read the first chapter of The Dead Boy And The Paper Cut. I’m swallowed with nerves. But I want this book to be incredible so I want feedback. (Remember! You said you’d give me feedback!) Obviously one chapter isn’t a lot, but I will post a few over the next few weeks. So FEEL FREE to give any feedback you like, either on Wattpad or in the comments here or you can even email me.
IF YOU NEED ME? I’LL BE
OUT OF MY MIND EDITING!