It’s that time again. Revision. Re-revision. Re-re-revision. (That sort of implies that it started with a VISION, right? And that should help this process along.)
Agent M sent the latest round of notes, I read them right away, and I’ve taken the weekend to process. A few thoughts on the whole deal:
– Far fewer notes than the last revision (does that mean I’m getting closer?)
– I remind myself about the generous and kind comments she’s made in past versions, and I ask for a compliment now and then, as my confidence begins to slip. (She sends the compliments and reminds me that she loves my invented characters. *sigh of relief*)
– It’s still MY story, even though Agent M has invested a great deal of time (at least 3 thorough readings at this point) and effort (wow, I need a lot of coaching) in making it better. And it is getting better. But ultimately, decisions lie with me.
– I’m rediscovering how much trust I’m placing in Agent M. It feels great, GREAT to let myself be guided by her professional wisdom.
– After many thousand new words, still only a few words are up for deletion. (I’m an adder, not so much a subtractor, apparently.)
– This is WORK. Remember when revisions (in school or something) meant changing a word, or a phrase, or a paragraph? Yeah. I remember that, too.
– The things that go on behind the scenes in the story, the implied parts, are very clear in my head. But at some point, they may need to be made clear to the readers. This may cause hair-tearing and whinging. Why is it that what’s clear inside my head becomes so muddied when I try to extract it?
– Right is better than Quick. What in the world is my hurry?
– Still very grateful to be on this ride. Very, very grateful.