Stuck in A Mode
The last couple of days have been ones of good progress, even if everything is moving slower than my patience-challenged brain would like. I’m used to that by this point. I mean, it’s not like I possessed patience and lost it. I think that section of my DNA is just blank. I never had any to begin with.
I finished the revision notes (aka pdf mark-up) for my stand-alone novella, Through Windows and Hearts, and have begun the process of implementing them. That’s not going nearly as fast as I’d like, only I know I’m being ridiculous. I got through 3.2k of the story last night, which should make me happy, especially as that included rewriting whole sections. Very large sections. In fact, this is almost like rewriting the entire thing, there’s so much red in the tracked-changes. That said, it’s better, much better, so far. I’m trying to use that to counsel myself in patience. It’s only sort of working, but that’s better than not working at all. I’m hoping to be done this round on this novella by the end of the week.
As I’m doing this, I’m having to resist a wicked urge to put all my editing on hold and turn back to writing. I think I got sort of stuck in writing mode, to tell you the truth. It’s been hard to get my head back in the editing game, which is unusual for me. I think I know why, because I went through November, December and most of January in one long writing stretch, unbroken by editing, really. I mean, I did NaNo, outlined the novella, outlined Unmasked, wrote the novella and then wrote Unmasked. Then I outlined more stuff. That’s a lot of writing without a break really for anything else. Yes, I do count my outlining under the writing category, because mine are fairly detailed and I’m really writing out the plot of the novel when I do them. That seems like a fair basis to call it writing.
So right now, I’m trying to jump myself out of that mode and back into editing mode, but it’s difficult. I have that outline of Ganson’s novella, Second Thoughts, beckoning me (this is the one from the Mirrors world), and a short story tugging at my mind from Necromantic, not to mention a novella for Devan begging for me to finish the outline I started. We won’t even get into the second book of the Masques quartet, which I’m trying not to think about as I have too much on this plate already.
Really what I need is to bring myself back into balance with these two modes, writing and editing. I used to have that, but last fall and into this winter, it’s gone a little off the rails. If I don’t edit, then I can’t share with readers. I keep reminding myself of that, and it’s slowly working. I’ll get there.
It’s not helping anything at all that I want to try writing a draft in Scrivener, to see how that is. This, of course, would require me to put the editing on hold. Way to have my own desires conspire with each other. Stupid brain, always trying to foil my good intentions.
What does help, though, is that I woke up this morning to a new review on GoodReads for Bound and it was a very lovely review indeed. That’s a nice way to start the day, and it encourages me to do my editing. I need to hang a sign that says “No editing = no readers in love with your work.” That might help. Maybe. Probably.
So, all of that said, I think it’s time for me to drink my coffee, start the laundry and get back to editing. I know someone who’s looking forward to beta reading this one and I don’t want to give her an reason to be cross with me, like oh say dawdling.