erise
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Sep 3, 2003
- Posts
- 334
You know that feeling of having a story finished? You reach the last word and think "There. It's done." It's yummy, isn't it?
Then you know that feeling of reading it, or having someone else read it, only to discover piece after piece of things you want to change. A sentence there, a paragraph there, a description that doesn't quite fit the style of the rest of the text, or even a sequencing problem to sort out.
It takes all, and I really mean all, the juice out of me. Doing the second draft of prose is killing me, a round of editing that is not about tweaking for style and wit, (that's the third draft) but just correcting dumb logic errors. Not spelling and grammar, that's mechanic and tedious, but you're not messing with the content. When editing the big stuff that first time, you really have to think to yourself "Did I really think that awful sentence was good when I wrote it? What the hell is wrong with me?"
Grrr.
Then you know that feeling of reading it, or having someone else read it, only to discover piece after piece of things you want to change. A sentence there, a paragraph there, a description that doesn't quite fit the style of the rest of the text, or even a sequencing problem to sort out.
It takes all, and I really mean all, the juice out of me. Doing the second draft of prose is killing me, a round of editing that is not about tweaking for style and wit, (that's the third draft) but just correcting dumb logic errors. Not spelling and grammar, that's mechanic and tedious, but you're not messing with the content. When editing the big stuff that first time, you really have to think to yourself "Did I really think that awful sentence was good when I wrote it? What the hell is wrong with me?"
Grrr.