The Unbearable Awfulness of Something I Wrote Last Year
I’ve started on the next writing thing. I’m working on something I started writing last year. I made the mistake of looking back over some of what I’d previously written.
It’s pretty bad in some (many) (maybe most) places. It needs a lot of editing work.
Which of the various options did I decide to work on? It’s probably pretty easy to predict. I’m back (finally) to working on my novel (CodeName: Book of M). And what I’ve written so far is nowhere near what I want it to be. It doesn’t reflect the tone and quality of the story in my head… not at all.
But! I am resisting the urge to edit/revise/rewrite/whatever. I allowed myself the indulgence of a small number of notes – two or three – but on the whole I am pressing forward. Slowly, mind you. I haven’t written much by way of new material yet. But the old book is moving in the right direction. Hey, maybe in another decade-ish, some, all, or none of you dear readers will actually be able to read it!
My operating plan, currently, is to press ahead a certain amount on the Book of M project until I reach some predetermined point. I haven’t yet predetermined that point, but it’ll be something like hitting a particular wordcount goal, or completing a particular scene, or writing consistently over a certain period of time. Whenever I hit that milestone, I’ll temporarily switch gears to focus on a shorter story project. This way I don’t let the novel consume all my writing time and prevent myself from writing short-stories, which have a shorter market lifespan.