So I’m currently in the throes of editing Through the Viscera, which is book 2 in the Chronotrace series. I’m on what feels like the millionth draft and sometimes it seems like I’ll never get finished. It’s such a long slog.
As Winston Churchill, the eminent statesman, and perennial source of all things pithy once put it:
“Writing a book is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement; then it becomes a mistress, and then it becomes a master, and then a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster, and fling him out to the public.”
In my experience, editing is never really finished, you simply at some point decide to “kill the monster and fling him out to the public” as Churchill says. Hopefully I’m very close to doing that with the Viscera. I’m sharpening my axe as we speak, actually.
I’m probably giving the impression that I don’t enjoy editing, but I actually do. It’s not my favorite part of the writing process, but I’ve learned to enjoy it. It feels great to pull all those weeds out and make the garden more presentable. There are also hundreds of little discoveries to make when you get down deep in the text that only endear you to the story that much more.
And, in the case of the Viscera, there was also this rather unexpected bit of humor from my editor when I accidentally printed out a blank page in my manuscript:
So as you can see, it’s not all work and no play. And much thanks to her for that moment of levity.
Well, the laugh break is over, I suppose. Now back to the editing!