Sunday, December 4, 2011
Wallowing in Mud
The frenzy of NaNoWriMo is over, and I'm, naturally, sick with a cold. But I won.
Yes, I WON!!!
Don't get your panties too much in a wad with excitement for me, though. I'm still writing on the manuscript, yes, and I'm now a little over 52,000 words, so I haven't completely given up on it yet, or anything...
But I wince thinking about it. It's pretty much crap. It's melodramatic, too formal in its dialogue, and, oh my GOD, I think the protagonists save each other about a dozen times! Sheesh! No one could possibly be in this much danger!
Still, I have to just wallow in the mud a bit... get it oozing between my toes, smell it, even feel the grit of it on my tongue. (Yes, I know how gross that sounds.) But it should get better. I love revising, even if I wish it weren't that utterly necessary (though it is, in my case). I am not, and never will be, the writer who puts a brilliant first draft down on paper.
Nope, I'm the dork wad who writes something a seventh grader would gag over--something no sane person would call good writing--and then I revise the hell out of it until it shines like a brand new Cadillac.
I just make sure I don't show any of the muddy version(s) to anyone, even friends. I want to keep my friends, after all.
How 'bout you? Are you brilliant first, or does it only come with a LOT of hard reworking/rewriting/revising?
Or do you know?