A Lesson in Re-writes and Revisions.

Here’s the thing. When you write a thing, anything, and then you want to go back and make changes —

No. Scratch that.

See, here’s the problem. If you’ve written out your entire book, and then it’s time to improve upon your —

Hang on, I can do that better.

Writing isn’t always about just creating an idea and finishing it. One must commit to returning and —

Revisions are a bitch.

I hope you understand my dilemma. I wrote a book. Wrote the fuck out of a story. And now, I have to do revisions. But really, I started doing revisions the week after I finished the story. During my ongoing research into how you write a story, I discovered that you should give it a little time; put some space between you and your story.

So I stopped my revisions.

And then I came back and began new revisions. Then I stopped again. But those revisions are the ones posted on this site, so at least you didn’t suffer through the raw stuff.

What I’m trying to say is, I’ve made so many revisions just to the first 10,000 words of the story, I find that I’ve kind of lost my way. I don’t know which version is the one I like. If it was just a matter of spelling and grammar changes, it wouldn’t matter. But no! No! I had to make sweeping changes, opting for better ways to say things, or more interesting events happening.

I was finally brave enough to read my latest revision to Fly, and lo, I couldn’t tell which damn version was THE VERSION!

It sucks.

Now, I’ve got to try to collect all these different versions and compare them, pick out the parts I like the most, and put them into a single, cohesive version.

Or, fuck it all, go back to the original draft and just fix the spelling and grammar mistakes. I’m reading a book about writing, by Stephen King, called, “On Writing”. It’s a great book. One of his points is not to muck with your project too much.

I’m overthinking this crap aren’t I. Or is that “ain’t I”? Isn’t I? Don’t I?

Augh DAMMIT.