It occurred to me less than five minutes ago that I may have missed my calling. Did the rock / r&b drummer thing (loved it, miss it!), me and Excel are tighter than pantyhose two sizes too small but accounting is a bit, well, soulless. I love, love, LOVE writing!
Expected a “but”, didn’t you? No buts on that one, I love to write! Still determining the difference between writer and storyteller because I don’t like to use a lot of words. I often feel inadequate because my style is so raw and lean compared to the average author. On the other hand, my readers (the ones I’ve discussed this with) think that it sets me apart. I liken my style to The Atkins Diet: all protein, no carbs. But I digress to…
I very well may become a great writer someday but I’ve been a great editor since high school. It’s one of the few areas in my life where I have absolute confidence in my abilities. Playing music, being a great father & mentor… I’m a caring and supportive friend who, given time, can put a pretty good story to paper.
To me, editing is akin to solving a huge jigsaw puzzle and dealing with this story for the past THREE YEARS (in July) has been a big ole puzzle.
“Three years”, you ask. “What gives, is your blood type molasses?” I can explain it all in one word: editing.
Most writers, no… smart writers write the rough, and they allow for it but stay focused on plowing ahead. Me? I needed the instant gratification of reading what I had recently written so I began a snail-like pattern of writing for a few hours and then editing it the following night before I would continue. Throw two or three nervous breakdowns, family & work drama, abject poverty and my best phoenix imitation over the past few months and voilà, you’re left with the Sean Thompson slow train method to writing a novel.
That being said, I neglected to mention that the seventh draft is finished. In other words, I finally got the entire story from the outline to paper.
I FINALLY FINISHED MY SIXTH DRAFT!!!
Ninety-three thousand words plus, close to 575 pages (sorry, didn’t feel like writing THAT number out!), and at least ten chapters I can’t remember at all! Gonna fix a very few things here and there then put it away for a couple of weeks before I take my red pen to it one last time before sending it out to me readers.
Anticlimactic, wasn’t it? And if this post is a hot mess grammatically, I don’t care. It’s 12:10am here and I’m considering a morning workout at 530.
And I’m too tired to edit so feel free to point out all the mistakes I left in my sleepy wake since I… Zzz zzz zzz!
Editor’s (!) note: I really fell asleep, posting this just before I leave for work! 🙂