If you haven’t seen me around the Sven blog in the last few check-in posts, it’s because I finished my challenge book, and I’ve been recuperating and waiting for the edits to come in. Which they did. And now they’re due, too.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but typing “The End” (yes, I type “The End” on every one of my manuscripts, and I don’t care what the purists say!) is far, far from the actual end. It’s the first step, and a phenomenally important one, but there’s plenty more pain work fun to come.
It is often said, “Books are not written; they’re rewritten.” Also often said is, “Wanna knuckle sandwich, smart mouth?” I’m not one who loves revisions. I’m one who… has acquired a taste for them. I know they are necessary, and they make my book better, and they are to be appreciated with all my heart and soul. But it’s rarely “the fun part.”
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be able to figure out how to “write it right the first time.” I know I can do it on a small scale. There have been scenes in every one of my books that are never touched in any round of revisions. When I’m in the midst of editing, I live for those scenes, those precious little chunks I can glide right past on my way to the next tangle.
But they are a gift, and what is more, I don’t know if I’d even want something like that on a grand scale. Knowing that my drafts are not yet perfect, and that’s okay, is occasionally the only thing that keeps me going. Otherwise, I might get stuck in that need for first-time perfection, and never finish anything.
Sometimes, the answer can’t come until after I’ve moved past that scene or plot point, and can look on it from beyond, or even look at it as part of a whole.
It’s only recently that I’ve truly learned to appreciate Nora Robert’s adage, “You can’t fix a blank page.” Yeah, I used to mutter, but you can’t screw it up, either.
You know what else you can’t do? You can’t read it to friends, or sell it to a publisher. Don’t be afraid of imperfection. Keep writing. There are always edits.