A short post this week. I want to mention the stages I go through when I’m writing a new work. It’s simple:
First, I draft the thing at a furious clip. Then I read it over, and guess what? It’s the most wonderful story ever conceived. I’m so lucky to be alive at the time of its creation!
Second, I put it away for a while, so that I can see it with fresh, and newly re-amazed eyes.
Third, I take it out and start reading through it, looking for things like superfluous modifiers, excessive gerunds, unclear phrasing, and so forth.
Fourth, I sink into the depths of despair because I now see that the project is some of the most awful, unworthy, boring and repulsive prose ever spawned. I can’t imagine what I was thinking when I drafted it.
Fifth, I start working on revising it anyway, looking for characterization, crisp prose, clarity, grammar and spelling. But all the while I stay depressed because I just know that no matter what I do it is going to be be a dog in the end. And I don’t mean dog in a good way, either.
Sixth, I put it away again for a while. Maybe a long while.
Seventh, I get it out again and read it. Now I’m surprised because it doesn’t actually suck. In fact, parts of it are actually reasonably good! So,
Eighth, I revise it again to clean up the stuff I missed the first time, and now the work is all ready to go.
To somebody else to read, after which I look at the revisions and sink deep into despair again. But, that’s all a part of the process, innit?