I really enjoyed the process tonight. Editing is something that I do less of than writing, but it’s probably the more important part of it. Tonight I looked back at what I had edited and it read better. It was smoother and in my own opinion, much better than the first draft without losing the energy that I always hope is the trade off for ignoring the clumsiness and the dead ends that are part and parcel of a first draft.
Also, I want to be invisible on the page. By that, I mean I want to get out of the way and you read the story with the minimum of affectation on my part. I want to show you rather than tell you what’s going on. I love writing and making the work that I do be of the best quality possible. I read a great deal and I am expanding my horizons, as much to educate myself on the writers who are considered great.
(Apropos of nothing, Margaret Atwood is fucking amazing. So is Alice Hoffman. I’ve got to get some of Joyce Carol Oates’s work too. Zadie Smith’s White Teeth is on the to-read pile and also Dickens, who’ve I not read before, but really should)
As well as reading for pleasure. I feel that the more reading I do, the better my writing becomes, or at least my intuition on what good writing is, if you can see the distinction. I believe in what I am doing, and editing adds to my confidence.
(I will be soliciting the service of a few beta readers, if you’re interested, please let me know)