Hello Dear Readers,
Some of you may wonder if I’m actually still a writer, since I haven’t been talking about it. I haven’t been talking about it because, except for a ton of freelance articles and a pesky annual report, I haven’t been writing.
My new goal is to get Dragonfly Summer in the hands of my second line-up of volunteer editors by the end of June. That would give people a month to read it and make suggestions, another month for me to make any changes I agree with, and then it could be out on submission in the fall. It would be perfect timing, because even agents and publishers take summer vacations, and anything I send during the hot and sunny months would languish in the slush pile anyways.
There’s only one problem with my plan. I hate rewrites. Really, sincerely hate them. Oh, I will do them–don’t get me wrong–they’re an integral part of the process, but I’ll be kicking and screaming until I give myself completely over to them. One good thing is that these rewrites are at my own behest. No one’s giving me impossible goals, like telling me I need to add a unicorn, or make it read more like a Spenserian sonnet.
I was supposed to begin on June 1, but now it’s the 2nd and I still haven’t picked up my theoretical red pen. This is how the entire year has gone. I don’t want to waste any more time.
I’ve heard tale of some mythical writers who actually love rewriting. Who are you people, and what’s your secret?
Of course, if you hate rewrites, too, feel free to bitch and moan. Misery loves company.