Well, now. October 8, 2008
I never, ever thought I'd say this, but I think I might like the editing process even more than the first-draft writing process. I love the pell-mell pace of writing fast, but this tidying up suits me. (I plan on getting this novel all cleaned up and pretty by October 20th, so My Agent can send it out to the world while I take ten days to plan the next one, which will be thrown against the page starting November first in a mad Nanowrimo rush.)
I have a sheet of paper next to me when I work, covered with pink Post-its with things that I know I have to work on/work in, and I move them around a lot. I'm gobsmacked every other day when two of the Post-its collide and make a new one, or when something on a Post-it gets handled in a way I didn't expect.
There are the Trouble Post-its, yes. The ones I look at and wonder how on earth I'm going to get them onto the Done pile.
But this is kind of obscenely fun. I never, ever thought I'd say that. I thought I wasn't a rewriter. What's next? Frogging sweaters?
Hell, no. I'm not THAT different.
Someone likes it when I work listening to classical music: