Editing is not fun.
Every writer will tell you the same.
“While writing is like a joyful release, editing is a prison where the bars are my former intentions and the abusive warden my own neuroticism.”
― Tiffany Madison
Of course, every writer, or at least every good one, will tell you just how important it is.
“Writing without revising is the literary equivalent of waltzing gaily out of the house in your underwear.”
― Patricia Fuller
Now, the trouble is that, as many people who know me well may attest, I am a guy who would be quite capable of doing just that. Why, I am quite sure I have actually done that, more often than once.
And, therein lies the problem.
Regardless, as I mentioned in the last post, I am wiser now. I know most people cannot handle me, or my work, without being appropriately dressed.
So, how does one proceed? The solution is simple. Not easy, mind you, but quite simple, indeed.
“I’ve found the best way to revise your own work is to pretend that somebody else wrote it and then to rip the living shit out of it.”
― Don Roff
So, as you’d probably know, last week brought some much needed joy and jolly into our lives.
However, that lasted for barely a moment, before another mountain, much taller and wider than the last, stood stark in my sight.
You see, just writing a book, especially a rough, vague preliminary draft is quite similar to taking a stroll.
Of course, this stroll is long and strenuous, like the one in “How Much Land Does a Man Need?” by Leo Tolstoy, and completing it without losing your mind is a feat definitely worth celebrating.
Have you read that story, by the way? You really should. It is amazing.
Now, this ain’t my first rodeo. I have been doing this for years already. I know how it works. I know that, in contrast, the path ahead is not as simple. It may be short, but it is far more uphill.
So, while it still is a time for joy, we know how much more work needs to be done.
It is time to strap on the snowshoes, baby, and just keep walking.
Now, now, I am not making a reference to World War II and all.
Sensible adults don’t need to be told that Nazis are bad, okay? That is like telling you kittens are cute. You’d have to be a special kind of stupid to not know that.
No, I am referring to the title of the final chapter of Arrkaya: Immortals.
You see, this has been an amazing month, and we would like to end it with an announcement I have been waiting to make for quite a while.
After 35 chapters,
countless days of hard work,
I can say that, as of today, Book Two is finally complete.
Time to pop the champagne, yeah? Well, not really…
You see, this is just the first draft, and the work has not even nearly begun.
Nonetheless, we are near, and we could not be more pleased.
Arrkaya: Immortals, coming soon…
So, it is our first post of the year, and it comes right snack in the middle of the winter, or whatever weak replacement we have to accommodate here in our beloved tropics…
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