mum’s the word
This morning, while Toots was in preschool, I had plans – grand plans – to edit my manuscript. I did edit at my writing group on Tuesday, but I was not happy with my resistant progress. So I was going to buck up and do it on Thursday, by gum.
I tried. I fiddled. I sought, I made a cup of tea, I wondered, I pondered, I did not have a stroke of editing brilliance. Then it occurred to me that I was so resistant because after already doing so much editing on this dang thing, I really do hate editing.
I love writing.
I love those initial sparks, the strokes of inspiration, characterization, action, scene, description, beauty, warts and all.
I love the scratching out and reframing sentences and paragraphs and chapters in the beginning, as the story is developing. But once it is ‘fully developed’ I really resist going back in for the umpteenth time and stroking it into a better form.
And I know it needs a better form. I’ve been tweaking it for ages. I have a printed manuscript covered in my scribbles that all I have to do now is type those scribbles into place.
But it was not happening today, no matter how much I tried.
So I said, I need to get organic with it. If I can’t coax myself or it into functional work today, I need to do something else creative before I feel like I have done nothing with these precious alone moments I have left.
So I grabbed the camera and headed out to the yard. The mums are beginning to bloom. Why don’t I share some of the seasonal wonders around me. So here you go. I may hate editing, but I love the beauty and light of this season.