Yesterday, I tackled revisions from 1 p.m. to 11 p.m. I stopped for an hour to eat and a half hour to watch an episode of "Fringe" before I realized it was a rerun. (That's how tired I was.) Finally, I threw my hands up and called it a night.
Revising is a slow process, which does not come natural to me. Most of the time, I can compose quickly and when it comes to editing my work, I don't want it to lose that fire, that natural rhythm that comes when you allow yourself to write freely. So I edit slowly, making sure to keep the "personality" of the work, so I don't end up with something bland and boring.
Every drop of blood I spend on a word, on a sentence, chopping dialog, cutting out useless descriptions, adding specificity to the environment so it too shines, slicing sentences into two, helps bring my characters into full color. In the end, I'm hoping it'll all be worth it. My deadline is August 2009. That sounds like plenty of time but it means I've got to stay focused...and disciplined each day.
When I woke up this morning, I was rested but I was still distressed. I ate a quick breakfast and headed straight for the problem areas, the areas I said only needed to be "good enough." You can't settle for good enough. You've got to kick yourself in the pants. This is why, I reread Octavia E. Butler's essay "Furor Scribendi" this morning. She said: "Revise your writing until it's as good as you can make it. All the reading, the writing, and the classes should help you do this. Check your writing, your research (never neglect your research), and the physical appearance of your manuscript. Let nothing substandard slip through. If you notice something that needs fixing, fix it, no excuses. There will be plenty that's wrong that you won't catch. Don't make the mistake of ignoring flaws that are obvious to you. The moment you find yourself saying, 'This doesn't matter. It's good enough.' Stop. Go back. Fix the flaw. Make a habit of doing your best." (Butler, Bloodchild and Other Stories 2nd Ed., pp 140-141)
Butler is always right. I can't accept any less than my best. What I've done today is my best. I didn't throw up my hands and give up. I gave it my all. Each day, has to be like this. If so, I will see the work get better. Discipline.
The citizens of my city deserve nothing less.
Revising is a slow process, which does not come natural to me. Most of the time, I can compose quickly and when it comes to editing my work, I don't want it to lose that fire, that natural rhythm that comes when you allow yourself to write freely. So I edit slowly, making sure to keep the "personality" of the work, so I don't end up with something bland and boring.
Every drop of blood I spend on a word, on a sentence, chopping dialog, cutting out useless descriptions, adding specificity to the environment so it too shines, slicing sentences into two, helps bring my characters into full color. In the end, I'm hoping it'll all be worth it. My deadline is August 2009. That sounds like plenty of time but it means I've got to stay focused...and disciplined each day.
When I woke up this morning, I was rested but I was still distressed. I ate a quick breakfast and headed straight for the problem areas, the areas I said only needed to be "good enough." You can't settle for good enough. You've got to kick yourself in the pants. This is why, I reread Octavia E. Butler's essay "Furor Scribendi" this morning. She said: "Revise your writing until it's as good as you can make it. All the reading, the writing, and the classes should help you do this. Check your writing, your research (never neglect your research), and the physical appearance of your manuscript. Let nothing substandard slip through. If you notice something that needs fixing, fix it, no excuses. There will be plenty that's wrong that you won't catch. Don't make the mistake of ignoring flaws that are obvious to you. The moment you find yourself saying, 'This doesn't matter. It's good enough.' Stop. Go back. Fix the flaw. Make a habit of doing your best." (Butler, Bloodchild and Other Stories 2nd Ed., pp 140-141)
Butler is always right. I can't accept any less than my best. What I've done today is my best. I didn't throw up my hands and give up. I gave it my all. Each day, has to be like this. If so, I will see the work get better. Discipline.
The citizens of my city deserve nothing less.
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