I’m facing a conundrum at the moment in my writing life. I
finished writing my novel. I’ve finished a third edit of my novel. I have a
couple of writers whom I trust willing to look at it for me. And I can’t bring
myself to let it go.
This is because I do so much editing these days and see the
traps and the errors that others fall into on a regular basis and I’m scared I’ve
done the same myself. It wouldn’t do for an editor to show a piece of her own
fiction that’s not tip-top, would it? So of course I return to the MS and edit,
and re-read, and edit again…
First thing to learn I suppose is that even editors find it
hard to edit their own work. I know my own is far from perfect. I suspect there
might even be fatal flaws. I’m confident the prose is as good as it can be, but
even then… I pick up another nugget of fantastic advice from one of our reviewers
about someone else’s phrasing mistake and suddenly realise that too could apply
to mine. Rats and rubber rats.
Second thing to learn, if I don’t give it up for another
view I’m not going to progress. I’m going to tinker at the edges for years. I
was recently advised that a novel needed to be either contemporary or set
decades ago – unless there was a big reason for it being set at a particular
time. Well, mine missed the contemporary boat some years back and while there
is a reason for its timing, it might not be one that washes with agents. But if
I carry on editing and re-reading and editing, chances are it will be set
several decades ago! Maybe not a good idea, not if I ever want to write Another
Novel.
So here’s my promise to you, faithful readers. By the time I
write again for this blog I’ll send my novel out to at least one other person.
And I promise to post again by April 1st. I can do this...
