Yesterday, I read a draft of a short story that I recently retrieved from its “rising” place. I marked out time to “read and make comments” to it, got myself a cup of coffee, and sat back to read.
Oh, boy, was it rough. It read not unlike the above clay face in the photo above (which my eldest son brought home from elementary school and has inhabited my bookshelves ever since).
I took a sip of coffee and slashed through the first two pages. Nope. Nope. Nope.
I wrote notes to myself in the margins on what changes needed to be made.
Then I read on. Okay, well, I liked that….let’s bring out that element more….I kind of liked those eyebrows. The eyebrows work.
Revising is like this at first. No matter what you are revising, you start with the big stuff first before you get down into the weeds. Whole scenes. Characters. POV. We aren’t at the sentence level yet. Not even close.
Because so far, what I’ve got written is clunky, molded as if created from clay with small hands lacking dexterity.
My job in the revision process is to hone, to shape, to redo the eyebrows and give depth to the eyes.
For me, that takes time.