I’ve started my first polishing pass of Ready or Not.
I sincerely hate this first pass. It’s heartbreaking, really. Even the parts I adored when I wrote them start to look like the parts I’d watched the ink drying on while thinking to myself, It’ll do for now. I can just clean it up in editing.
Some of it is just harsh and unforgiving self-criticism, some of it is true — it did need polish for some reason, some of it is just that horribly self-loathingness that in non-writers cause shapely, pretty girls to think they’re fat and handsome, well-shaped men to think they need to gain 600lbs of tree trunkesqe muscles — I’m seeing flaws that don’t really exist.
The worst part of this first step is, it’s slow. It’s agonisingly slow. I end up staring at the same chapter, or page for days. Thinking I’ve got it fixed then having to backtrack and reconsider it a few pages or chapters later.
I so wish that someone would invent self-writing stories. I do.