Changing it Up
I find sitting down to write a daunting task some days. But then again, isn’t that the way with everyone’s job no matter how much they love it? There are just mornings when you’d rather not show up and do that thing that today … is nothing more than a paycheck. But then you get to the office/classroom/wherever and somthing happens, whether it’s a conversation with a co-worker, a cold call that went just right or a student’s lightbulb of understanding filling your classroom, it realigns the stars and your job once again becomes your passion.
The problem with writing is that it’s such a solitary endeavor. Yes, there are writer’s groups and your critique partners, but when it comes right down to it, no one but you and your muse can translate your imagination onto the page. Word choices and characters create a world unique to you and your voice. Which means, when I show up at the computer dragging butt, there ain’t no one who can help me find the motivation, but me.
I’ve discovered my favorite part of writing is editing. The flesh and bones of the story are there and now I have to go back and make them lean and sexy. There’s nothing I like better than taking a mediocre sentence and turning it into something that strikes a chord in the heart of the reader.
But I’m not editing right now. I’m rewriting. Yep, I’ve got several stories that I recently got the rights back to from earlier in my career that require an overhaul. The premise works and 85% of the story is good, but that other 15 … well, it requires finesse to get it where I want it. The problem is, I’ve got no real idea how to do it. I’m muddling along reworking scenes, deleting others and writing new ones and trying to make sure it all mashes together in an enjoyable and cohesive story for my reader.
I don’t do rewriting well. The whole thing seems a tad overwhelming. Way worse than a blank page! If anyone has any suggestions or tips on how to survive this, I’m listening. Feel free to share. Because Lord knows my muse is ready to take a long summer vacation without me.