The editor inside me
There comes a moment in a writer’s life, when they need to face their creation. In theory, this could be a pleasant experience, like catching up with an old friend.
In reality, it’s more of a moment of despair: you’re screaming with your eyes shut, so you don’t have to look at it. Most of the time, I want to tear the draft to pieces and burn it, just to make sure not a single word comes out alive.
Of course, I don’t do any of these things. Instead, I summon my internal editor and note down everything that needs fixing. Most good books happen while editing.
After the notes comes the most difficult part of writing. This is what it looks like.
Editing is a long and painful process. There’s constant examination and weighing the story. Do the characters feel real? Is the story gripping enough? Are there things that don’t belong there?
As a writer, you can repeat this process over and over again. Once the story stands, there are plenty of little details that need fine-tuning.
A never-ending story? I hope not.