Double Revision
Editing and more editing, and then editing some more
Hey! What are you waiting for?
There is a lot of excitement rolling around my head as I work through what I wrote for Dorus.
It can be funny questioning your own thoughts, but for me that’s a part of the process. Early on, some ideas maybe didn’t pan out the way I thought they would.
Repeated sections where I clearly lacked the confidence to commit to a specific direction for the overall plot.
The spelling errors and questionable grammar are the least of my concerns as I clean everything up.
Tick Tock Tick
With limited time and a lot of my energy being used up in editing, I’m keeping things short this week.
I still wanted to share something new, so I thought I’d let my fingers find their way around the keyboard in that dance they like to do.
In other words, a short story or a bit of unbalanced prose as a more unfiltered creative outburst.
Spilling cups of coffee
Thoughts race faster with the caffeine dancing through the veins. The morning after or the night before, it’s a rough start either way.
The writer’s block trapped in a cell as scribbles in ink slip down worn walls. Broken trust in another attempt at honesty are the words to the prayer painted black in sin.
“No sugar.”
The hours wait for the hands of the clock to catch up. Deadlines and spaced repetitions mixing memories with expectations. A search for truth in the depth of desire as the page is filled yet again.
“The story tells itself!”
The writer says with a smile. A dirty counter or a messy desk, the space between those moments mark the definitions of the frame. From inciting incident to the last drop of blood, the end is sealed in a new blend.
Roasted fresh to keep the day moving forward, the flavor of the drink is what keeps the routine coming back.
Until it’s time to share what has become.
“So…” Hidden in the questions and fearful in the answers. “What do you think?”
Satisfaction in a breath.
Disdain in a look.
Confusion in a word.
The tiniest of suggestions move the needle wildly. Whether it’s hope or a distraction, what is written is what is done.
And more thoughts race to tell another story.
Back To Work
Well, I hope that was as fun for you to read as it was for me to write!
No matter the case, it’s now time for me to get back to editing. The long work of reading over every line I ever wrote for the third and fourth time.
Until next time,
—JMB