Revisions

Revising Fun

> Gotta make revisions fun somehow right? How about a game where someone wins a $25 gift card to Barnes & Noble?

My day is devoted to revisions…with a little break here and there for a load or two of laundry, a plotting nap, the usual.

I’m starting on page 125, Chapter 9.

You guess where I’ll end up when I can’t keep my eyes open any longer or when I just can’t stand editing another word…which are basically synonymous.

The person closest to my end point wins! If necessary, we’ll get down to chapter, page, line, word.

Post your guesses on Twitter to @ultraswan or on facebook at joan@joanswan.com or her in the comments.

Good luck!

>Revising Fun

> Gotta make revisions fun somehow right? How about a game where someone wins a $25 gift card to Barnes & Noble?

My day is devoted to revisions…with a little break here and there for a load or two of laundry, a plotting nap, the usual.

I’m starting on page 125, Chapter 9.

You guess where I’ll end up when I can’t keep my eyes open any longer or when I just can’t stand editing another word…which are basically synonymous.

The person closest to my end point wins! If necessary, we’ll get down to chapter, page, line, word.

Post your guesses on Twitter to @ultraswan or on facebook at joan@joanswan.com or her in the comments.

Good luck!

Epiphany

>I’m minding my own business, soaking my sore muscles in a hot bath and–boom–Luke and Keira pop into my head.

Keira: “I’m tired of getting blown off rooftops.”

Luke, snaring me with accusing blue eyes: “And if I have to see her,” he tilts his head toward his heroine, “kiss another guy again, you’d better give me a fucking gun so I can blow his head off.”

I’m not the one having the problem with these rewrites. My characters are the ones digging in their heels.

Sorry, guys…I can’t get those chapters back. Thank your local thugs with nothing better to do, probably living off food stamps provided by my taxes. (Not yours, of course, because you’re both fictitious. Neither of you make real money…)

Fictitious?” Luke swoops a look at Keira. “Did she just call us fictitious?”

Oh. My. God. Now do you see why the rewrites are causing me hell?

>Epiphany

>I’m minding my own business, soaking my sore muscles in a hot bath and–boom–Luke and Keira pop into my head.

Keira: “I’m tired of getting blown off rooftops.”

Luke, snaring me with accusing blue eyes: “And if I have to see her,” he tilts his head toward his heroine, “kiss another guy again, you’d better give me a fucking gun so I can blow his head off.”

I’m not the one having the problem with these rewrites. My characters are the ones digging in their heels.

Sorry, guys…I can’t get those chapters back. Thank your local thugs with nothing better to do, probably living off food stamps provided by my taxes. (Not yours, of course, because you’re both fictitious. Neither of you make real money…)

Fictitious?” Luke swoops a look at Keira. “Did she just call us fictitious?”

Oh. My. God. Now do you see why the rewrites are causing me hell?

>Grrr…I’m rusty

>A great opportunity dropped into my lap a few days ago. The president of another local writer’s organization invited me to a workshop with a wonderful editor/writer who has given workshops through my RWA chapter in the past.

The editor will be reviewing the first 15 pages of each student’s mansuscript. Only problem is that I’ve had these first pages reviewed recently by a best-selling author who gave a similar workshop through our RWA chapter last month, and I haven’t had time to make the suggested changes.

So, now that 3 of my 5 ultrasound related tests are out of the way (that’s a long, ugly story) and I’m a registered sonographer…again…I’m working on the rewrites.

And…it’s…PAINFUL. My words stick, my sentence structure is all gummed up and I’m self-editing every other word–all traits that are not typically a problem for me. At least they haven’t been in the past.

Do you ever get rusty?

Grrr…I’m rusty

>A great opportunity dropped into my lap a few days ago. The president of another local writer’s organization invited me to a workshop with a wonderful editor/writer who has given workshops through my RWA chapter in the past.

The editor will be reviewing the first 15 pages of each student’s mansuscript. Only problem is that I’ve had these first pages reviewed recently by a best-selling author who gave a similar workshop through our RWA chapter last month, and I haven’t had time to make the suggested changes.

So, now that 3 of my 5 ultrasound related tests are out of the way (that’s a long, ugly story) and I’m a registered sonographer…again…I’m working on the rewrites.

And…it’s…PAINFUL. My words stick, my sentence structure is all gummed up and I’m self-editing every other word–all traits that are not typically a problem for me. At least they haven’t been in the past.

Do you ever get rusty?