I’m halfway through the rewrite, and it’s going amazingly well. I’m stripping out so many plot points, but my word count is probably double what it was. I think it’s because I finally committed myself to a horror as a genre, which is a far cry from the original sci-fi beginnings of this story.
It’s taken 6 painful drafts to get to this point, and when this is done, I will still need to do a round of line edits before I send it out for round 2 reads. As they say, you only learn how to write the book you are writing. Every book feels harder than before, instead of easier. Every book also feels more dangerously ambitious. I may have bitten off more than I can chew, but I want to try this anyway.
So writing has been the highlight of my days lately. In truth, most of the posts that have gone up here were pre-written a long time ago.
I have not been well. I hardly have the energy for conversation, and my inboxes have grown gnarly branches I long to prune. I’m hoping for some relief soon, but until then, things will be a lot more quiet on my side.