Jiminy Christmas it’s a pain in the ass to do a decent rewrite. I actually got a LOT done today, despite having daughter and grandson over for the better part of the day, despite needing to cuddle said grandson for the better part of that better part of the day, despite cooking a decent dinner and sitting down to scarf down what I cooked. I’m working on page 109, around 25K words into what’s fast approaching the 60K mark for total word count. A little less than a third of the way in.
Lucky for me, most of my rewrites from this point forward are less about fixing awkward wording and more about filling in story gaps. What I wrote is solid, just missing key details that matter. I added about 3000 words today, excluding the stuff that was just fix and plug. By the time it’s wrapped up my goal of 80,000 words will be easy. It’s a HECK of a lot simpler to plug holes than to fix phrasing that sounds stilted and awkward. It’s a sword-and-sorcery tale, so there’s a certain expectation of phrasing and language. It’s a fine line between those expectations and the reality of human beings interacting with other human beings, particularly when some of them are feral, some sly as foxes, a balance between good and evil that’s got its fair share of gray areas, etc.
I realized I’d made it too squeaky clean for words, too, which is both good and bad. I don’t intend to rewrite Game of Thrones with its brothels and gutter talk, but neither do I want to make this a kid’s book. So while I’m not going to throw out the F word on every page nor delve into graphic sexuality, I do need a few doses of reality in with the fantasy to balance things out. (I liked Game of Thrones – just don’t want to write it.)
I also need to back up a bit and weave in a little more about one of my classes of characters. I introduced only two of them early and need to point out earlier that they’re not the only ones, even if the others play a relatively minor role in things.
All of which makes precious little sense to the folks who are reading here.
I’m going to beg a couple of friends to beta-read this when I’m done. I may shanghai Tom (Dangerspouse from Diaryland) to be one reader, since he read the original version as I wrote it and gave me hell for not shopping it out to a traditional publisher. Plus if I ask he can and will be brutal as necessary to get the job done right. I would’ve let this damned thing fall by the wayside, several times over, but it won’t let me go until I throw it out to the masses, sink or swim. I may also beg Terri and Poolie to read and nitpick. I know it’s neither of your preferred genre, which is good and bad. Good because if I can hold your interest despite that fact I’ve done good, and bad because it’s a major favor to get ‘er done.
Well, time for me to call it a night. It’s going to be a crazy week, for a lot of reasons, and there are a lot of things going on that may end up deciding my employment decision. No big surprises to me, just waiting to see which direction things take before I make up my mind.