Putting the finishing touches to my regency novella ebook, Passionate Persuasions, and hope to hit the submit button this coming weekend.
Scary stuff. It's one thing to write, but it's another thing all together different to revise, edit, revise again . . .
You cry,
You tear your hair out because somewhere in the middle of all this creativity you changed the hero's name but didn't carry it throughout the entire story,
You changed the heroine's hair color, which now clashes with everything she wears,
You stopped writing for a few weeks and when you return, the story picks up in a different landscape, a different season, a different town . . . where the heck are we?
And the list goes on. And that doesn't include any grammatical corrections, sentence structure, chapter endings . . .
So why does one write? Why torture oneself?
Here's the secret: because it ultimately is fun, enticing, magical. You get to create a whole world all your own (until you publish, that is) and live in this world forever. Well, not forever but long enough to feel that your characters are part of the family. You know their quirks, their passions, their problems, just like children.
Ah, there's the rub -- just like children. Yes, they do tend to do what they want; they often do not do what you want them to do, and then once in a great while, they turn the tables on you and do something not in the script, thus forcing you to revise again.
And so it goes.
It's a misery. It's a passion. It's an enigma.
But ask me if I'll continue writing, and I'll say yes, yes, and yes again -- until I'm halfway through the next editing/revising process on that story and the cycle comes round once again!
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