Editing is a strange process.
This week I cut a story down from 9000 words to half its size. It was almost as if I was smashing in a work of pottery still on the wheel in order to build a better vessel with the same clay.
Now the story is a skeleton of what it was and it’s still a difficult story. I sense I will need a bit of feedback before I set about the difficulties of putting some of the flesh back onto it.
This week has been another key to my personal preparation for going through the novelette I wrote. One more step in a series that began two years ago.
In late 2015 and early 2016 I wrote a full length novel, tried to edit it, and then realized I needed more experience in this craft before tackling the revisions on this book, the first in a planned epic fantasy trilogy. So I went about trying out different ideas and tackling shorter length works in an effort to find my own voice and get a feel for what works as a writer.
I’m in a stage where I feel like my writing is as fluid as ocean waves. Some of my writing is razor focused and only needs a few edits on details while other pieces require a great deal more thought and change.
The trick has become learning how best to read those waves and channel the story through them.
I’m not writing this as someone who has figured it out yet. But I am posting this as someone who is beginning to see a way through the maelstrom that is editing.