My son is home from college and as of yet without a summer job. The local, transferable class he is scheduled to take starts in two weeks. So, while he lies on the couch with his laptop and iPhone, watching DVR’ed episodes of every TNT show he can remember to record, I look at him and wonder how long he can sit there, staring at two screens, composing amusing Facebook statuses, watching YouTube videos and texting his friends.
Uh oh. (At least I know where he gets his proclivity for technological multitasking.)
Except — I have things I have to do. In my professional life I write, I edit, I read. In my personal life I have two teenagers and two dogs. Yet, sometimes, I just stare at my laptop like it is going to erupt in song (which it can, as you know) and the way I can also stare into the refrigerator waiting to Guy Fieri to pop out and take me to Flavortown. (Yes, I watch a bit too much TV sometimes.)
Lucky for my kid, I have a list of chores and household projects just waiting for an able-bodied nineteen year old to do them.
Lucky for me, staring at him made me realize that I wasn’t doing enough either.
So I handed him the tools necessary for removing wallpaper — and I sat down to revise my novel at a faster pace. For him, I pointed to the directions of the back of the packages. For me, I made a cumulative list of changes to make in my book. He’s working on the wall in strips. I’m tackling my manuscript ten pages at a time.
The difference between stripping wallpaper and revising a manuscript? As with most tasks or chores, anyone can do them. You can do it yourself, with a friend, with your kids or you can pay someone to do it for you (my personal preference when the budget allows). Ordinarily, I am not a Do-It-Myself kinda gal. But when it comes to writing my own unique story in my own unique voice with the characters and twists and turns and emotions and endings that originated in my imagination, well, I’m out of options.
Do-it-myself, I must.
And even if I had a gazillion dollars, I wouldn’t pay someone to Snookie a book for me. I’m a writer, I love to write. But the logistics of the how-to’s get in the way and there’s no instruction manual. Not even in another language. So, I do-it-myself. I realized recently that if I don’t revise these pages — stop the presses — they are not going to get revised!
And that, my women’s fiction writer friends, is not an option.
Is it an option for you? Could someone else write the book you’re writing? Could someone else tweak and tone your book better than you?
Probably not. It’s very motivating – at least it was to me – to realize that the story I was picking at and wading through was one only I could tell. And while I asked writers how they tackled revisions and fixed their manuscripts, the answers really didn’t matter because the real solution was in my own head waiting at the door for me to let it out and onto the page.
The plan was to have my revisions back to my agent by the end of May. Um, uh, well, that’s now. To get my novel as close to literary gorgeousness as I can, I’m looking at finishing by the end of June. But, considering the backlog of DVR’ed episodes of House and King of Queens, that’ll still be weeks before the wallpaper stripping is done.
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