Writing is a funny business. I spend hours creating a scene only to change the words the next day. Entire chapters are cut, new ones added, and still I strive to make it perfect. Three out of four people will comment how they loved a certain part and the fourth will have a concern. Their one comment rolls around until it makes sense (or perhaps never does). I go back to rewrite once more. A sense of security comes and goes.
Yes, I’m revising my current story. It’s gone well, though it consumes every spare moment. I’ve sent out this second draft to a few readers and despite their positive comments I keep wondering – have I nailed it? Is there ever a perfect story? Probably not, as I’ve heard established authors say they’d like to change a scene even after their novel is published.
As I go through each day with work and other pursuits, my story is always in the background. Listening to conversations and observing human reactions becomes a reminder of pages that could use a boost. I return to the story and change a few lines or paragraphs and I’m satisfied again. Then I ask for feedback and wait.
That time is filled with writing this blog, reading, and completing non-writing tasks that need my attention. One of those this summer has been organizing my out of control pile of photo files. They are everywhere. In a cloud, on my phone and computer, and a box full of printed photos. I’m cataloging each one, tagged as either family, friends, travel, me, miscellaneous, and signs. Yes, I take pictures of words that capture my attention. Don’t know why. I’ve got dozens of these and since this post has been about security as a writer, here are two that you might want to post outside your front door to provide extra security at your home. Those solicitors may think twice before ringing your doorbell…