Update on the book front: I’m back to square one.
Well, actually, that’s an exaggeration. I’m back to square one and a half. The characters were floundering around in my head, plotless and pathetic. I discovered a new plot, but it went the opposite direction I wanted. I hate when that happens…so that one’s tucked away for further literary ponderings. No, I am officially on the rewrite.
Honestly, I’m glad that I caught it this far in. 100 pages is a lot to redo. 350 is a ton. So, while I am moaning and groaning about the redo, ignore me. I’m not really as upset as I make myself out to be. This isn’t work, it’s play. My characters were flat anyways. Now, they are much more fleshed out. They are a better foil and a better pair. Yes, they do tend toward cliche, in-every-book themes, but I’ve come to terms with it. Every book has to have love. (Ok, so not every book has to have love…it just makes it a lot more interesting.) Every book has to have intrigue. (Well, except for biology books. Their only intrigue is how algae became human.)
To get back on topic, I am beginning a critical writing step about three steps early. It should be interesting in the least. I wonder if I’m the only person who does this. Anyone else out there in the big wide world revise in the middle? Or am I a strange new breed of perfectionist writer? I prefer to think not…although that would explain a bunch.