I finally finished the edit of Last Dance at the Kitten Club. I can only hope that trial-by-fire helped make me a better writer and editor.
My God. I’ve never been so ashamed of a SECOND draft before.
The core story was always worth telling, but the execution. Ugh. Clumsy and awkward doesn’t even begin to tell it. It was downright amateurish at times. And I thought it was all right when I did my first edit. I read it aloud to Gillian and somehow it all sounded fine.
What the hell happened? I don’t think I really edited it at all, I just tried to buff up the first draft like it was a polish.
I feel the story is stronger now. Much better in many ways. But I feel like my prose is too straight-forward and functional. There isn’t a playful sense of prose to it like in stories I like to read. I’m not talking about anything over the top, I just mean something that isn’t just “set scene, introduce characters, initiate dialog” writing. I hope this isn’t an ongoing problem.
So now I wonder if in six weeks I’ll look at this draft and wonder if I wasn’t on crack then, too.
Now it’s on to two other first drafts. Or maybe I should work on writing something new instead? Not sure. I’m also helping my brother on a project of his, but that’s more on the research/spitballing side.
At least I have options.