Sometimes You Need To Remember To Go With Your Gut
Well, my editor sent me her notes on “Dreamer.”
And then we talked on the phone for over an hour about it.
Now I have less than 60 days to get it where it needs to go. It’s mostly there, but there needs to be some creative re-arranging, some dismissal of a useless subplot, and I have to swap out someone’s death for someone else’s because it was just too much.
I have no doubt it’ll get there, and it’ll be so much better getting there. Right now, I feel like I’m standing in a room full of loose pages and being asked to pin them all over the walls in a new pattern and draw a brand new picture that leads into a totally different room. While wearing a strait jacket and writing with a crayon between my toes.
But it’ll get there, anyway. My editor knows her stuff, and she gets me and I get her and together, we will get there.
Strangely enough, so much of what she felt was missing or misdirected were things I had put into an earlier draft, and then talked myself out of for one reason or another – mostly because I thought they might not like it as much as I did. Turns out I was wrong in that. I should have gone with my gut.
Lesson learned: To thine own self be true.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to grab a crayon…