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
6 comments:
Hey Trish!!! Only you can equate the creative process to a spurting artery! Love it!
Trish!! Your blog looks awesome! And isn't it great when all those pieces fall together. :)
This looks great! Now tell the story of the pic at the top of this post?!
C
The pic at the top of this post was taken by someone...it was on a shadow people website. That is what they look like. But I've never really seen one, just in my imagination!
T
Happy Birthday, girlfriend!
I am in revisions with my agent right now. Thanks for the blog. It helped. Loved it.
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