No, I’m not talking about how long All Stitched up was. I know that will get longer, and is at least as long as it needs to be at this point. Today, I have other things on my mind. Bear with me, this post might get a little ranty, and I might shred myself a bit, but, well, you’ll see.
So, last night I opened The Nine. I figured it was time. With cover art basically finalized for Bound, I need to get the close of that trilogy in order, which it’s nowhere near at the moment. I knew it couldn’t be, not after only one round of edits completed. I was prepared for that. I thought. But then I opened it after like 3 months away from it. I’m not sure if I was away too long from it or what, but I wanted to close it and cry. Maybe even run away and fall back into Devan’s fictional arms. Seriously. It might just be a mark of how far I’ve come but I feel like my first draft of Stitched was better than this (or maybe that feeling is just because I haven’t reread it yet) . And I haven’t gotten outside the first chapter of The Nine.
Breathe, Julie, just breathe.
All right, so maybe it isn’t as bad as it feels, and at least I KNOW what’s wrong with the first chapter. And that it’s my own damned fault. I did something I know WAY better than to do, and I normally resist the urge to do it with ease, but apparently not when I was writing and doing the first round of edits on The Nine. See, I had trouble figuring out how to start the book. I don’t normally, but this time I did. And as I groped around for a beginning, it got… info-dumpy. Yes, I am making up all the words tonight. Deal with it. But honestly, I really should know better than to do that as a substitute for a good opening. I think I saw this problem on the first round of edits, but I didn’t think it was that bad. It is. It’s that bad and more. It’s the kind of beginning that makes me want to slap people, and I did it this time. Ouch. Still not excusable. So I’m rewriting it and praying that chapter two will not make me as stabby as I feel right now.
I’m wondering if the reason it seems so much worse right now is because I’ve had 3 months away from it, or if it’s because I was working on another project. Or maybe I’m just less stupid now than when I edited the first round. Oh, wow, look at that ranty little firework explode in the air! Amazing, ohh, ahhh. I hope everyone’s being entertained by this. But seriously, maybe it’s just working on something completely different that made me see this chapter for the warty mess it was. As it is, I keep having to remind my brain that this is not Necromantic, that it’s Tavis’ turn to get some love again.
I suspect after a few chapters of editing, I’ll be back in the groove with this. I know I can’t give up on closing this trilogy, and not just because certain friends will fly out to Vancouver to kill me (though they might do that). The story itself is still good, and I want to tell it. I just have to survive editing this chapter, and maybe the next. I think the rest of it was in better shape than this. But then, I also didn’t think this first chapter was cringe-worthy and the first few pages of it really are. Arrrrrrrrgh. I suspect Curiosity heard that out on Mars…
So yeah, back in editing mode, irritated, but driving myself forward. They don’t edit themselves any more than they write themselves. Stupid lack of editing faeries who would come in and magically make my manuscript perfect for me. *shakes fist at the ceiling*
Oh, and, as if I didn’t have enough on my brain, last night, another story idea sat down next to me on my mental log and introduced itself. I need to clone myself or get my own personal time-turner!!!!!!!!!