Monday, February 2, 2009

Pernickety, Humorless, and Stony-faced

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During the cutting of Hafan Deg, I really felt like I was spring-cleaning. You know how it feels when you clean out cupboards - you don't much like doing it but it's satisfying when you've finished? - well, that was the feeling. It didn't involve the daemon's hot-breath flow writing; it was impersonal, cold-blooded analysis. The bit of the brain that was responsible for the bulk of the work seemed to take a little nap, just checking in now and then. It sort of stirred for a moment, took a look, said, "Guess that's all right," and went back to sleep while I worked on the next chunk.

I wore a different hat - a pragmatic, hawk-eyed editor's hat - during the demolition stage. Oh, I'm sorry - I keep using negative words to describe this last couple of weeks' work. I can't help it. It still hurts, even as I grudgingly admit that it was necessary for a first novel. As the editor, and not the writer, I was less fun. Even my cats noticed. I was all pernickety, humorless, stony-faced and frowning as I worked. When I'm writing, I often chuckle out loud, because I'm normally a light-hearted old broad. Ask anyone. I don't like that other me much. This week I have to don my Marketing Maven outfit because I'm starting the Query Process. She smiles a lot, that one, not necessarily involving the eyes. I don't care for her much, either.

After all this work, it especially hurts when you pick up a book by some famous writer who's been around for years, who turns out literary tomes that you could use as a door stop - not that I would, of course - well...perhaps once. He is established, revered, and now gets to write whatever he wants, waffling on - yes, waffling! - throwing in adverbs and adjectives and dialogue as if paper grew on trees. And the jacket blurb marvels at the brilliance of his prose, with never a word about being over-written or a trifle long.

So, of late, full of sour grapes, I've become acutely aware of this inequity. I am awed by the thickness of the particular book I'm reading - over 600 pages, filled with many, many words. What freedom! What licence!

Oh, to be wordily-established...

5 comments:

Kit Courteney said...

Oh, I wish I didn't know about the lack of humour etc., but I do. You put it into words so well. I'm still (it WILL take forever) in edit mode.

Grumpy face.

By the way, the blogs looks fab. You must have changed yours at the same time I changed mine. We've both gone for pink/mauve links.

Spooooooooooky.

Fran said...

I used to be some much FUN!

Fran said...

SOME MUCH FUN?? Cor - now I can't even write a clean comment...

Melissa Marsh said...

I've always thought that it's important to write the first draft with your heart and then edit that first draft with your head. But it's incredibly hard to do.

Fran said...

Oh, I know it's true, Melissa. But what do you do with your heart while your head takes over?