Writing does not come easily to me. There isn’t a single page, paragraph, or phrase in Shiri that I haven’t mulled over to the point of distraction. Maybe some people can just pull great prose out of … well wherever, but for me, for every ‘good’ line there are three discarded lines that will never see the light of day.
I’ve rewritten the same two paragraphs in the prologue of the sequel I’m working on now something like twenty times in the last two days and I’m still not happy with it. I thought I had it right there yesterday, but then concluded that no, it was pants. So I cut the whole thing, rewrote it, frowned, slashed that, went back to what I had before, remembered why I hadn’t liked that, rewrote it again, was certain I’d nailed it, stepped back, looked at it again, swore and cursed and tore the whole thing up and started again from scratch.
Now, firing up a few quick thoughts on a blog ain’t exactly the same thing, and what I’m doing here is not so much polishing and perfecting to the point of insanity, as simply tidying up, but still – here’s proof that I’m not lying …
I don’t think writing is something that comes easily to me
Writing is not something that comes easily to me
Writing does not come easily to me.
In fact I can’t think of a single page,
In fact there isn’t a single page,
There isn’t a single page,
but for me, for every ‘good’ line that you see on one of my pages there are likely three
but for me, for every ‘good’ line that you see, there are likely three
but for me, for every ‘good’ line, there are three
Yup, in case you haven’t realised, editing is simply the art of cutting out the crap (and you can quote me on that.)
Oh and by the way, to paraphrase Mr. Shaw – I’m sorry this post is so long, I didn’t have time to make it shorter.