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I'm posting this on behalf of Mary who has some connection problems...
Revision. There’s no way out of it, is there? I think I’ve finished my novel or whatever and it’s as good as I can make it. But, just in case, maybe I’ll have another read through. And then it’s, “How did I miss that?’ or, ‘He just left, so how can she be talking to him?’ or even, ‘Did I say my main character had blue eyes or brown? And what page was that on?’ And then I come upon this sentence:Mary called as she walked to her car, still bouncing with energy…
My first draft is painfully slow. I cannot resist going back to see if what I’ve written makes sense, although I’m told that I should just beaver away and sort things out on the second draft. And I agonise for ages if I can’t quite remember the right word, the only word, the perfect one for what I want and no other will do… All of which makes the first and second draft a protracted affair. It’s like making a sponge cake, isn’t it? If you don’t use the ingredients in the proper order it’ll never rise. But then, my sponge cakes never rise either.
Somewhere about the third or fourth draft I begin to make sense. I don’t really know what I’m writing about until then; what I really want to say. But then there’s the fatal flaw. The whole premise that the book is based on is impossible, like: the heroine couldn’t have met the hero because he was somewhere else at the time. So it’s back to the drawing board.
At least at this stage I know what I want to say. Perhaps now I can plot using graphs, bubbles, boxes or wavy lines? I’ve been advised to try all those. No way. It’s back to muddling through and another two or three drafts.
At the moment I’m revising a book that I wrote for Mills & Boon which didn’t quite make it because it didn’t have heart. I thought of Shylock wanting his pound of flesh at the time because I’d given it my all; or so I thought. I’ve used the original story as a synopsis for a main stream romantic fiction book with a bit of trouble from a ghost.
I’ve got to Chapter Five already. My son-in-law, who was very good at picking up inconsistencies in my children’s book, had to be coaxed into reading romantic fiction. But because the book has a bit of sex in it, he’s now shouting ‘Where’s Chapter Six?’ every time I see him, and he’s even offered to be my agent. So I think I’ve found the answer to my problem: write the synopsis before the book. Or am I kidding myself? Should I just write more sex?
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