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I’ve probably bent too many people’s ears on this subject lately, so this is my final whinge, I’ll write it out of my system and then get on with it.
Second draft. Uuurgh. I often hear people complaining about first drafts, preferring to have a finished piece to work with. I’m the opposite. I love first drafts. There’s that security of knowing that it doesn’t matter how good it is, the excitement of getting to know your characters and the story.
But I’m finding the second draft of my novel a tough slog.
I’ve revised, I’ve made copious notes on what to change and what to keep, I’ve been itching to get on and do…
But re-writing feels like a snails crawl. If I’m lucky I get to the end of the day and I’ve revised two scenes and I have this awful feeling that it’s all a big mess.
I recently read something along the lines of “..anyone can write a novel, but it’s turning what you’ve written into something worthwhile that actually shows if you’re any good at it.” I didn’t feel too great after reading that 😦
I can see what they meant though, you’re not going to see any progress if you don’t put the work in. I guess the honeymoon’s over, now I’ve got to wake up to the same faces every day, polish up their warts and make sure tea’s on the table or they’ll get cranky.
(Quick disclaimer by the way – none of my characters (or family!) have warts, and I’m the only one who gets cranky if not fed on time).
Does anyone else get this or are you all literary hares, dashing off a final polish as you waltz past me?
Writing myself a pep-talk has helped anyway (I must try that more often), and until I get on with this I won’t know if the end result will be a big mess needing extra work, or more like one of those paintings that only make sense when you step back and view them from a distance.
Wish me joy, I will get there – I just wish it felt faster.