I’ve looked at and reread the romance I’m writing a billion times. Well, not a billion, but enough times that I’m practically cross-eyed. I’d sent it off to my friend, Rachel Carrera so she could give it a once over and then design the cover and get it ready for publishing, but then I got cold feet, and asked her to delete the file. I wanted other eyes on it before we took that step.
Now, I’m conflicted. At the suggestion of several beta readers I’ve made some necessary changes (like taking out any mention of stairs in a ranch-style home) and making sure my characters’ names stay the same throughout the book (near the middle of the book one character took on the name of a character in my first novel). But some other suggested changes are tough to undertake, partly because I’m fond of the story as is, even though it’s not perfect.
Writing is fun. Editing is hard. I’m ready for a glass of wine.
Write drunk, edit sober is good advice unless one’s drunk writing makes sober editing extremely difficult.
There’s really no point to this post except that I’m having TONS of fun (insert eye roll) finding all of the little mistakes and inconsistencies in my manuscript. I can see the finish line, but there are all these obstacles in the way, such as wayward quotation marks, accidental apostrophes, missing words, and redundant chuckles. She chuckled, he chuckled, they all chuckled. Back to back to back chuckles are annoying.
I shall stay the course, though. Let no chuckle go unnoticed.
Maybe some of you were hoping I’d never mention my book again. Ha! No chance of that happening.
My first book, Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort, is still in the process of being edited, but Rachel, my editor, believes there’s a good chance it’ll be ready to publish by Christmas. That would be cool, right? And by publish, I mean I intend to self-publish, even though I believe Mayhem could be worthy of traditional publishing.
So, why will I self publish? Because I’m 63.90 years old and don’t want to spend years shopping my book around. And with the number of folks submitting the books they’ve written during the pandemic, the chances of a publisher picking it up would seem to be slim. If I had connections in the field it might be different, but I don’t.
As Rachel sends back chapters for my consideration, I look over her suggestions and decide between my original words, her suggested words, or a combination of both. Often it’s the latter. I get very excited when she leaves my words as they are. That occurs rarely, but I’m learning a great deal.
While waiting for Rachel to send me chapters I wrote a short romance novel. 50,000+ words of fun (for me, anyway.) I’m not sure what I’ll do with it. I’ve had several folks read it, and none of them seem to think it’s awful, but it is totally different from Mayhem. It was a hoot to write.
Once I finished writing the romance I started on a sequel for Mayhem: Wedding at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort, I’m about 12,000 words in. Ihadn’t realized how much I’d missed thosecharacters until I engaged with them again. You know, they are totally dependent on me, and Ifelt guilty for leavingthemidle for so long, It’s tough being a deity.
Thanks for hanging in there with me. I’m hoping the next time I mention my book it’s a plea to purchase it. I’ll try not to be obnoxious about it, but it is ME we’re talking about.
I’m giving my manuscript the once over—looking for stuff that spell check didn’t catch, names I might’ve gotten confused, conversations that might not make sense, etc. I knew that I’d gotten my chapter numbering off at some point, maybe even more than once, but figured I’d come to that sooner or later.
Turns out, it was sooner. I laughed out loud when I realized I’d totally skipped having a chapter 4. How did that even happen? Must’ve been a “write drunk” kind of night. Well, today’s an “edit sober” kind of day.
Now I’m hoping I’ll find an instance where I repeated a chapter number so I won’t be spending tomorrow typing nothing but numerals.
I’d add a number 3. Those who are merely disorganized and pretending to be insane.