I’ve been revising my novella (which is turning into a short novel) for what feels like forever. In reality, I’ve been revising my novella since December. And only in fits and starts because of health, holidays, vacations, and dog drama.
I’m not new to revision work. I’ve self edited several of my own (still unpublished) novels and I’ve revised based on critique partner feedback. What’s new with this particular story is that I’m working with a developmental editor and instead of just a few tweaks here and there, I’ve taken the bones of the story and am reassembling everything else around that. I’m adding scenes, fleshing out or drastically altering others. I’ve added screen time for some characters and I have cut out a character entirely.
When I started looking at ways I could incorporate my editor’s thoughts and suggestions, I thought it would take me a few weeks, a month tops.
Excuse my while I laugh hysterically into a pillow.
I have beaten myself up A LOT over the fact that it is now the end of April and I have not finished the rewrites or returned anything to my editor. In fact, I’ve had to work with her to push back when I’m going to get my revisions to her no less than three times. Which was another reason to beat myself up. She’s never complained, bless her. But I like meeting goals and deadlines and feel like total and utter shit when I don’t.
I blame being an eldest child, having a high drive to succeed, and having been a project manager in corporate America for these beliefs. I put so much pressure on myself to do better than my best, and that’s a really difficult way for me to live. It also makes me second and triple guess every character and plot decision I make. And right now I’m hesitating on every detail. Honestly, I feel like instead of making this story better, I’m making it into more of a hot mess.
In other words, right now I feel like I am only pretending to be a writer and that at any moment someone is going to call me on my total ineptitude and let the world know that I am not a writer, never was a writer, and never will be a writer.
How do I stop this loop? I’m not sure, completely. I’m taking a course that’s helping me to figure out how my personality informs my writing. Not the stories I tell, but how I go about organizing the writing itself. It’s been enlightening. But information alone won’t turn this around. I need to actually do. I need to keep writing. Keep learning where my pitfalls are. Keep getting feedback so I can improve.
It’s a process, and as much as I want to get things perfect, there is such a thing as good enough for now. It hurt just writing that, but it’s true. Maybe if I push this weekend to get to the end (again), I can have something good enough for this pass. My editor can’t help me if I don’t turn anything in. My book can’t improve if I don’t get feedback. I can’t publish if I never hit “The End”.
Time to take a deep breath and dive in again. I’ll see you on the other side.
I identify so much with this post. It sounds like you’re on the right track, though. Maybe planning out what sections/issues to fix will help, and doing them in separated time slots so it doesn’t become overwhelming. Keep your head up and fingers on the keyboard!
Thanks for the suggestions. I am an intuitive writer, so I end up having to do go with my gut a lot or I end up backtracking and redoing because I went down a wrong trail. Even when I plan things out, this happens. Moving forward is the key for me. That and knowing it doesn’t have to be perfect.
I have the same challenge! I’m a pantster, so I understand. Good luck to you!
Thanks! And good luck with your writing endeavors.