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Editors at the Beginning

I Am Afraid

There.  I said it.  I’m not going to lie to myself.  I’m afraid of querying my book.  Petrified.  Scare shitless to the point of wanting to throw up.

To be fair, I get a little nerve-wracked when I sub shorts to various places but it’s just a short.  1,000 words or so.  So I guess the level of nervousness is equivalent to that of the work.  The more effort and words, the greater the yak factor.

So yeah.  I’m afraid.  And it’s keeping me from doing this final edit.  I can see it sitting there staring at me.  I know what I have to do.  I know what I need to change and what to pad.  But I’m afraid of finishing it and sending it off into the world.

I know this isn’t the first time I’ve talked about this.  But the closer I get to the final product, the more freaked out I get.  This is scarier than any good horror movie could ever make me.  I am haunted by my own words.  Anyone know a priest?

My Pillow’s a Little Flat

So I’ve finished typing in all of  my edits for Earth Shatterer.  It became pretty easy towards the end as I didn’t see much to really change.  A few words here and there but nothing major.  So when I looked at the ending word count I noticed that I’ve chopped a solid 9,000 words from the previous draft.  Not a bad feat.  That’s 9,000 unnecessary words gone.  But now that leaves me with a word count that’s leaning more towards middle grade than young adult.  Crap.

I want the count at at least 50,000 so puffing it up with another 4,000 words isn’t that big of a deal.  I don’t want it to be too bare bones and I know a few places where I can go into fleshier detail about some things.  But still.  It’s a see-saw man, I swear.

Well, at least I don’t have to do another total rewrite.  I’m pretty happy with what I have.  The first chapter needs to be reworded a bit as the voice is a little off but overall, I’m satisfied.  Now it’d be nice if I can be done with it already!  I’m so close!

Do Editors Make the Writers?

I don’t remember where I read it but I do remember it was in the comments section of some blog.  I think it had something to do with self publishing or something like that.  It’s fuzzy in the brain right now.  But what the commenter said was that the only reason published books were good was because of the editors on them, not the authors.  Now, I’m not someone that gets offended easily but that felt like a punch below the belt.

Of course it shows the commenter’s total ignorance on the writing process and there’s really no use in explaining it but what the hell?  Then why don’t we leave the writing to the editors, then?  If they make the book, let them work it up from start to finish!  What do we need authors for?

Just in case anyone reading this didn’t know (if you’re reading this and didn’t know, please come out from under that rock, the sun is nice and warm), editors fine tune an already heavily edited manuscript.  It starts with the author who writes it, edits the shit out of it, rewrites it, edits more shit in and out of it, rewrites it again ad nauseum until they feel it’s finally ready for query.  Agents will not take on manuscripts that need to be heavily edited.  It’s too much work and, quite frankly, a waste of resources.  If they feel there’s huge potential there, they’ll offer editing information and ask the author to resubmit AFTER the edits are made.  With or without that step, an agent takes on a manuscript and may or may not make a few more tweaking edits prior to subbing it out to publishers.  Once it’s taken up by the publisher, the editors give it one more once over, make whatever suggestions they deem necessary and hand it over to the author to correct.  After all of that, a final, publishable copy is born.

Now, who did all the actual editing in that scenario?  Most of it was self-edited by the author.  Minor bits and pieces were RECOMMENDED by the agent and, eventually, editor.  Editors do not make changes.  They suggest them.  The author then has to take his or her talent and transfer it to those recommendations.  And they are minor suggestions.  Changing a chapter is minor.  Rewriting an ending is relatively minor.  Doing a major overhaul on a manuscript at publisher level is unheard of.

So let’s get this straight, okay?  Editors do not make the writers.  They do not create the book you hold in your hand after purchasing it from the store.  They sand the hard edges of a nearly finished product.  They put that extra layer of laquer on it to make it shine that much more but they didn’t create the table.  They didn’t bevel it.  They didn’t inlay the wainscoting.  They just put the cherry on the sundae.

Got that?    Yes, editors make an author’s work look better (in theory, anyway) but an author has to create the work and build up the pyramid on their own before an editor can put that final pointed piece on top.  So let’s not kid ourselves here and let’s never say that editors make the books.  The book needs to exist first and that lies squarely with the author.

OMFG, DONE!

The third full edit of ES is officially done.  I was right.  The major hurdle of rewriting the beginning was done before I took the multi-month break, although my dumb ass broke in the middle of a chapter.  Fun times trying to get back into that one.  Of course, I make all edits by hand so now I have to actually type everything in to see where I stand with my word count.  I’m really hoping it’s not under 50,000.  I was able to whittle down the chapters from 26 to 23.  Not that that means anything for word count but I did a lot of consolidating and eliminating of unnecessary wordage.  The story as a whole is a little less snarky, serious when it needs to be serious.  The tone is definitely more natural.

I don’t know if this makes me weird but I love noticing my own comfort phrases.  I’m sure all writers have them.  I tend to use “out of the corner of his eye,” “looked up,” “choked on his heart” (or a variation of it) and a few others quite a bit.  Had to strike a lot of those.  I love noticing those because it means I’m not failing as a self-editor.  Noticing my own redundancies is a good thing, I think.

I started to lull around the late teens, having bouts of “OMG THIS SUX!!!” but once I got to the end, I realized how much I liked it.  I don’t know if that’s something I should be worried about or grateful for.  I should like my own book although right now I’m about 10 seconds from setting the thing on fire because I’ve edited it so much.  I can’t edit it anymore.  I think, as writers, we need to put our foot down on our own full edits.  If we don’t, it’ll get to a point where we’ve changed and mutilated so much of the original story that it’s not even the same beast anymore.  Plus, I don’t think any writer would stop editing one work.  They’d always find something wrong, something to change, so it gets to a point where we need to utilize our self-control and tell ourselves to stop.  This third run was it.  I’m not making any more major changes unless absolutely necessary (meaning like the story’s totally FUBAR if I don’t).  Small stuff, spelling, a few word choices, things like that.  The foot’s going down.

I’m not going to make the January 25th start date for Amazon’s contest.  But I am hoping to finish the manuscript up this week and I will make the final February 5th deadline.  Who needs sleep?  I just need to pray to the writing gods that they don’t hit their 5,000 manuscript maximum before I can get my entry in.  I’ll have no one to blame but my procrastinating self if I don’t get it in but I won’t be any less upset about it.  I really want to enter this contest and I really want to start querying.  The thought alone makes me want to throw up but it’s time.  My manuscripts about to graduate and I need to set it free in the real world.

*sigh*  They grow up so quickly.

Hook it. Hook it good.

So I want to get my entry ready before January 25th for Amazon since they’re only going to be accepting the first 5,000 entries for each portion of the contest.  Aside from the manuscript (duh), I need a hook.  I hate these things.  There’s nothing that sucks more than condensing 55,000 words into 100-word catching summary.  Why not just rake my body with rusty nails while you’re at it?

So I’ve started putting a hook together.  I’ve got a sentence.  Sort of.  I’m still rewording it, working it around, because it’s not sitting right with me.  I think it’s the goo gun part.  But I just don’t think it’s snappy enough.  What do you think?  Would this lure you in?  Or at least intrigue you?

It’s just another earthquake until Sylfaerie Stallone pistol-whips someone with a goo gun.

I feel it’s a little too wordy.  Not a lot.  Just a little.  Is it ‘goo gun?’  ‘Someone?’  Should Sylfaerie just bring the beat on instead of pistol-whipping?  But I like pistol-whip.  I want tight.  Like spandex on a fat person.  Help!

Gearing Up

After a long break from your WIP, do you find that you kind of have to gear yourself up to get back into the writing mood?  Granted writing should be done regardless of whether you’re in the mood to do it or not (as good writers are said to do, apparently *grumble*), I feel myself getting amped up to finish up the editing on Earth Shatterer.  I’ve been posting more on Absolute Write and I’m posting in a writing thread on another site, just getting into general writing discussions.  It gets me in the zone, man.

This also gives me a reason to blog more on here too.  I mean, 2 weeks since I last posted?  For shame.  But I will say that I think I’ve come to terms with one of the reasons why I’ve procrastinated finishing ES: fear.  Fear of letting it loose into the world.  Fear of entering the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Contest.  Fear of querying.  (Although it wasn’t fear that kept me from entering that 250 word first page contest.  I just plain old forgot about that one.  Dammit!)  Is this that empty nest sort of feeling when parents say goodbye to their kids?  OMG it sucks!  I’m so scared!

But now that I’m gearing myself up more and more, I’m feeling more and more restless and unproductive.  I want to write!  Now now now now now!  So why not now?  One more week of relaxing before I jump back into that.  I’ll thank myself later for it.  I write this now to remind myself of that just in case I forget.  A new year starts fresh and all of that.  I’ll finish the year being relatively unproductive this last quarter.  That’s fine.  Especially since it takes me weeks to unwind from a writing schedule when I’m ready for another break.  I blame my OCD.

And dammit, I’m not making resolutions.  I’m setting goals.  Resolutions are too easily broken.  Attainable goals are easily reached.  Funnily enough, where I left off in my editing was just about as I was finishing the hardest part of the rewrite.  What I have left is the tail end of the blending to make everything work out ok.  That shouldn’t take me too long at all.  Deadlines are my friends!  Yay!  They instill the fear of god in me.  Meet me or suffer the ultimate chagrin.

And I was thinking about it today: I’ve never failed at anything I’ve set out to do.  Ever.  And I’ll be damned if I fail at writing.  Here’s to at least having an agent by the time I take my two week vacation in September!

Oh god, I think I’m going to throw up.