It’s that story again, you know, the one from the 1970s or around that period.
Chapter Twenty Nine.
But before we get into that, I always thought that editing was exactly that, editing, removing the slack, the bits a story could do without, tightening up the plot.
At times, I think I’ve lost the plot!
So, Chapter Twenty Nine used to be Chapter 19. Yes, you heard it right, I’ve added new chapters, more words, and expanded the story from 340 pages to 386, as it stands at the moment.
I just finished working on page 202.
I took what is one of the pivotal moments in the story and practically re-wrote it.
You know how it goes. That first critical rewrite doesn’t sit too well, and for the next twenty-four hours, it mulls around in your head, where there’s a ferocious debate going on.
It was right the first time.
It was too wordy and too repetitive and needed amending
Did the slash and burn go too far
What is being sold here?
24 hours, and a headache and a half later, I look at it, and it’s bugging me.
Yes, I went through it again, line by line, and reworked it, shed words, added words, and dropped a page. It now ends on page 201.
And yes, I might just read it again tonight, dammit.
But that’s my problem. There is always one chapter that causes me no end of trouble and sometimes takes a month, even two before I get it right.
It still doesn’t feel right.
Maybe I’ll leave it and move forward, see what that brings. Perhaps somewhere in my mind is the answer, that I’ve forgotten something important that needs a hook back here.
Pardon me while I get a couple of paracetamol for this headache.
More tomorrow, maybe.