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I have finished a draft of my novel. Now I am in the editing process, which for me can take many months. That is how they have all come, quick to the page, slow in the polishing. 

I used to think that editing was like putting coats of varnish on a painting. But now I think maybe it is the opposite, taking the varnish off and finding the clarity  underneath.

Or perhaps the right metaphor is an archeological dig, each layer down bringing more understanding of the lives of the characters. Or like Michelangelo, carving until the angel is revealed (I wish).

 

Whatever the right metaphor, as I am editing, I feel more and more that I have written the book I intended to write.

For better or worse, something of a victory.

 

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Rosy Cole on Thursday, 20 April 2023 17:02

Well done. It's a nice phase to be in. We hope the book takes wing. Once you've done the surgical editing, tempo and copy editing, there's real skill in knowing when to stop tinkering. Flashes of inspiration way after the fact are seldom to be trusted.

Well done. It's a nice phase to be in. We hope the book takes wing. Once you've done the surgical editing, tempo and copy editing, there's real skill in knowing when to stop tinkering. Flashes of inspiration way after the fact are seldom to be trusted.
Stephen Evans on Thursday, 20 April 2023 23:00

l'arte non è mai finita solo abbandonata.

l'arte non è mai finita solo abbandonata.
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