There are days I think I enjoy editing one of my manuscripts more than I do writing the first draft. The weird thing is I love writing. It’s an incredible experience to sit down, start typing away, and seeing what gets created. What I have in mind quite often changes because, while the main gist of it is there, plot points get introduced I never saw coming. And I swear I sit there and mutter “Holy smokes! Where did that come from? That’s brilliant!” For the record, when I say “That’s brilliant!”, I’m talking in terms of what my muse has whispered in my ear, not anything I’ve come up with.
That’s why we have a muse. She’s not an editor per se, but she does control the ebb and flow of creativity. It’s best when we work together, otherwise a story tends to get away from us. I’ll push in one direction, at which point she’ll say “Have at it, but you’re wrong.” And she’s right, annoyingly so. Or it’ll go too far off the rails in another direction, and I’ll have to coax her back. That bit doesn’t happen often. It’s more me pushing the story in a place where it just doesn’t work.
Anyway, I’m working on the last 2-3 chapters of the new book, and am feeling quite desperate to finish it. Okay, I WANT IT DONE. It’s a first draft, so I know there’s going to be a lot of work that still has to be done. That’s what I’m looking forward to, putting it all together and making it work the best it can. The problem I’m having is it’s coming along quite slowly. I’m not sure if we’re rusty after not having written a full novel in 6 years, or if my muse is simply taking her time and making sure we’re doing it correctly.
I want to plow ahead with the scenes I’ve sketched out, only when we go back to fill in the details, shit is getting changed. Plot points are being added, old ones reintroduced, and my attitude has been “Seriously? You couldn’t say something when we were sketching it out? This changes a few too many things here!” Then I spend an hour going back and adding or altering sections that were written months ago in order to accommodate what we just came up with.
There’s no real science to writing a book. Anybody can write words. But the creative part? That’s a whole different monster. It won’t always be tamed, it doesn’t want to be rushed, and we can only hope the wait was worth it.
Considering I’m writing about characters who have lived more than one lifetime, I’m half expecting to pass away one day, meet my muse, and have her berate me in front of all the other souls; “You moron! We could have written so much more if only you’d listened to me!”
Well, it’s something to look forward to, right?