There was a point last night, during the editing of Chapter Sixteen of Her Demonic Majesty, that I found it necessary to slap the side of my head. I was probably half way through the chapters, and the editing was turning into a bit of a rewrite. Not that I was changing the tone of the chapter any, but I was cutting here and adding there . . . at one point I was forty words down from where the word count had started, and by the time I slapped myself I was just a hair over one hundred words over where the chapter started–
I sort of mumbled, “I can’t believe I sent this off for publication.” Because if there’s one thing I’ve discovered during this edit, it’s that I should have never sent Her Demonic Majesty for publication back in June of this year.
It’s not that it’s bad, but there are so many little things that needed correction, and more than a few areas where it needed elaboration. With Chapter Sixteen, it was really a case of changing around how some things were said, getting rid of a few things that were unnecessary–I sometimes used two or three words to say something, where one was sufficient–and made things a little clearer. I think there was only one part in one chapter–Chapter Fifteen–where I realized something was likely happening in a room, and I never indicated what, if anything, was done to fix that issue.
So seven chapters remain. My original plan was to finish up by Saturday evening, put my submission package together Sunday, and fire everything off to Harper Voyager on Monday morning, 1 October. That will not happen. I’ve got a new story to start this weekend, and at best I might edit four chapters.
So . . . I will get Her Demonic Majesty off to Harper Voyager before the deadline closest, but I’m not going to be the first out of the gate. Because to rush at this point would be to half-ass the edit. And half-assing at this point is little more than admission that I, the writer, does not give a single shit about getting published.
That is about as far from the truth as one could get.
I am under no illusions that I am sending off something perfect. But, this copy is going to be damn good. It’s already damn good; I’m in the process of making it better.
Some might say, “Why are you putting all this upon your shoulders? Get someone to help you.” The time will come when I will get help, but right now I am sharpening my skills. I am learning an art form that I didn’t know when I started on this path–and that is the art of editing. And while editing Majesty, I’m seeing what it takes to sharpen a story.
I am making it sharper. So when it hits the desk at Harper Voyage, this time it’s going to make someone take notice.
Or such is my hope.
If there is one think I take away from writing, it’s that I don’t know everything. I am learning each day, and the more I learn, the better I become. I know now it’s only a matter of time before this is recognized. All that was really necessary was for me to do the work.
And understand that not all visions are right the first time you see them.