With no need to do a lot of driving around today (320 miles logged yesterday, yeash), I can get down into something that I’m ready to do: edit my NaNo Novel. Of course, “ready” is something of a misnomer; I want to get into the editing process, but I don’t feel like I’m ready.
The plan I have is to do a chapter a day and/or limit the full editing a day to about 3000 words. I’ve a number of chapters that run 3000 or so words–the first six in Part One fit that bill–but I’ve also a few chapters that edge up into 5000, 6000, and even crazy 8500 words territory, which is the length of chapter at the end of Part Two.
But I want to get into Scrivener, pull up my novel, and see that “First Draft” I’ve currently attached to each chapter change to “Revised Draft” and then have my Trusty Editortm go through, find all the time I missed, then after another look-through, change it to “Final Draft”. And do that all the way through, 24 chapters–which, if I go by word counts, will take about a month–until I have “Done” slapped on every part of the novel.
Then it’s off to the as-yet unknown publisher and hope they like it enough to show the world my characters.
I know it’s going to get edited. There are things I did during conversations . . . way too much indicating who was speaking when I didn’t need to do that. Sure, maybe a few hundred word out here and there. And maybe I’ll want to add a few things–not a lot, but a few here and there. I’ve already went and copied the whole novel into a “First Draft” folder in Scrivener so I can one day go back and look at the insanity I created during November, 2011, and see if it looks a lot different that what I finally ended up creating.
I say I don’t feel like I’m ready, and it’s not an indication of where my mind is at this moment. Don’t get me wrong, I want to do this. But having really never edited a novel before, I understand how daunting the process appears. But getting an 86,700 word novel edited and out of the way will make it a lot easier to finish and edit a novel that’s likely to hit about 275,000 words by the time I’ve slapped “The End” on the end of that sucker.
And then it’s on to other projects.
I’ve got at least two other stories knocking about in my head, and they are beating me up. One of them comes from an idea I had for the characters from my first, unfinished novel–one that I once had worked out in some detail. And if you wanna see just how nutty I can/could get, some years back I sat down and timelined out my two main characters from that very first novel. I laid out the timeline as a series of stories, so as I said, “This happens”, I gave the year and months, how old they’d be at the time, and the title of the story. How extensive did this timeline get? I ended up with 20 additional stories beyond novel I’d started. Yeah, I tend to do things like this . . ..
What might I do with these ideas I’m not certain. I might plot them out. I might actually start writing them. Maybe getting into them I’ll find a way to get rid of these stupid, dark dreams I keep happening (though last night I had a dream about my role playing character and his girlfriend, Annie, so maybe things are changing–), and it will also keep me busy throughout the day.
And maybe I’ll actually get these stories not only written, but perhaps get them out to where people will read them.
So, onward. It’s only by doing the work I have before me that I’ll actually produce something that’s going to be worth reading–and regardless of what that butthead wrote in Salon the other day about how people shouldn’t do NaNoWriMo because all they do is write crap that doesn’t need to be read, that doesn’t mean that it’s all crap. (It’s obvious the author of that piece has no understanding of Sturgeon’s Revelation–)
A lot of us strive for something far more lofty.
Right now I’m at the first rung on the ladder.