I am just about to come to the end of what will be the final edit of… Draft number 12 of my first novel… I think it’s number 12, but I’ve lost count. So I’m a long way off seeing my book in print, let alone watching Renée Zellweger win another gong for playing the part of my MC and thanking me in her acceptance speech.
It is time for me to get a grip because, as I’m beginning to discover, there is a very fine line between, rejection or acceptance. It’s time to get my ducks in a row and my punctuation in the right place – Exclamation Mark.
I am currently holed up in my woman cave editing the final chapters of my current WIP, Defining Moments. Honing, polishing and pruning. At least that is what I am supposed to be doing and not playing around with the video synopsis.
I’ve moved on from binge watching Game of Thrones, along with the other addicted viewing millions as we wait, anxiously twiddling our fingers, for Season 8 to explode on to our screens in 2019.
“You can’t really go wrong if you aim for 500-800 words and, for sure, keep the thing to less than 1,000 words. Agents asking for a 1-page synopsis are being unrealistic. Anyone who wants more than 1,000 words doesn’t know what a synopsis is.” Jerichowriters.com Thank you Jericho Writers, I Continue Reading
“Do you own this comma?’
“I do M’lady, yes, his name is Cid and I also own that full stop.”
“Do you know that Cid is in the wrong place?”
To be an editor you need to be disciplined, a skill I am having to knuckle down and cultivate.
Up with the lark and fuelled with the belief that the early editor catches the idioms, the cliches, and the typos.
The editing process is a nightmare that would make even Stephen King’s spine-chilling characters squirm.
My work-in-progress (now so close to the end) v Me. “When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.” ― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft This is Continue Reading
The first draft of anything is shit – Ernest Hemingway
Edit, edit, edit. Delete, delete, delete. I do wonder why I spend so many hours writing, writing, writing when I delete so much of it and rewrite. Perish the thought that I may have fallen into the category of windbag. Today I have lost count of how many cups of Continue Reading