In case you're wondering, I am revising my first novel yet again. This must be the last time or my head will explode.
I keep revising it, and the problem is that every time I do I know I make it better. That makes it difficult to stop revising. I keep hoping I'll reach the point at which I know that I'm just making it a little different--or making it worse--so I can stop.
This revision is to put the main point-of-view character's voice back in first person, as it was hundreds of revisions ago in its first incarnation that no one saw. It was the right mode, but the wrong time for it. Now I think I'm doing it right.
So I'm doing that. I'm also evening out the pacing--looking to tighten where it needs it and give it a little more room when it needs it. When I cut out 33,000 words (after previously tightening out 20,000 words--yes this novel was once a monster) a couple of years ago, I created some problems that I never quite fixed right.
So that's what I'm doing. Minimum 7 hours a week unplugged.
Oh, and yes, the first draft of a poem (actually, this is the second because I kept working on it until very dark o'clock last night). It is still pretty first-drafty, but here it [at least the first stanza on LJ and Facebook] is for your perusal.
I've been thinking about Neolithic cairns recently. Actually, I think about them a lot.
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Cairn by Dark by Cairn
Read the wall in the stones.
Read their will. How
the passage humbles you
warns you what you must
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