I am in the middle of what I truly believe is my final revision of, Shadow People. Well final until my agent asks me to make changes, and until eventually an editor asks for several more revisions.There is no easy way to revise. At first I enjoy it...the first three drafts that it. Then I burn out, take a break, and finally it kind of spurts out like blood from a nicked artery. That is where I am now. The pieces are fitting together like a magnetized puzzle, like it was always meant to be written. I always ask myself the same question, "Why didn't this work this well five months ago? Then it was like pulling teeth, the words trickling out like from a leaky faucet."
I think the answer is the same for this question as it is for others, timing. Why didn't I find a job I enjoy so much sooner? It was not the right time. Why haven't I met the right mate, friend, etc? The timing was all wrong.
That final revision will come...when it's good and ready. That is my theory anyway. I might feel differently when I'm sending it to my agent, biting my nails.
Trish
