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Revision Update

Ew.

I started reading/editing over the weekend as planned. Chapter One seemed okay. A few minor things here and there.

Chapter Two may be the death of me. Really. I can't believe I made that many mistakes! And on the first page of Chapter Two, even. I'm hoping this is a fluke. I'm hoping the writing evens out and gets more confident as the story shapes up. If not, I'm in for revision hell.

On the up side, I've got a plan. I forgot to include page numbers on my printed copy. At first, this bothered me a great deal. However, after thinking about it for a while, I realized this might work to my benefit. I'm planning on editing the entire book with red pen in hand. When it comes time for the type-in (aka corrections), I'm going to do them from the bottom up. I think by starting at the last page instead of the first, I'll be less tempted to keep playing with things.

I'll let you know how that shapes up..

Comments

  1. Hang tough, Krista. I know that feeling very well! It's hard to find the happy medium between productive self-loathing and steely-eyed objectivity.

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  2. I'm pretty well mired in self-loathing at the moment. Although, every now and again I get a brief flash of hope in a well-written passage.

    Of course, it seems the drek far outweighs the well-written.

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  3. Revision is a bear that needs to be wrestled. If you want to gain an edge, leave a picnic basket out, then punch it in the throat when it's distracted. Also dodge the poison claws.

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