Meant to start my revision of "Wet Work" last week, but another rewrite project popped up, needing immediate attention. And just as I finished that one, yet another rewrite project popped up. I tell ya, they’ve been like dandelions in springtime here lately.
Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I’m just sayin’.
The upshot is that work on the new novel will be delayed a bit more. I can just see it standing in the corner of my mind, tapping its foot impatiently and checking its watch. Hang in there, baby. Soon, you’ll be seeing entirely too much of me.
Rewrites bring with them their own unique anxieties. Chief among them for me is the fear that I’m not making the right fixes, that I’m fiddling too much with stuff that works, and ignoring the real problems. Or sometimes the rewrite goes easier than I first supposed, which leads me to wonder if I’m being too lazy. And sometimes I just overthink it. (Overthink? Moi? Perish the thought.)
I had some of those moments last week. At which point, I had to smack myself upside the head and recall that I’ve done this once or twice before–sometimes even successfully. And then get back to work.
One update for Write Club: a tier one rejection from an agent on a novel query.
And so, having re-disposed of the monster, exit our hero, stage right.