In some ways, writing a novel is easy. You have a concept, theme, conflict, plot, a kick-ass protagonist and all those other goodies that drive the story. All you have to do now is put it down on paper. The first draft is easy. It's when you read that pile of papers you'd like to call a manuscript and discover just how far from a manuscript it actually is.
I know my writing needs work. I have a habit of over-explaining, writing too much and not leaving a whole lot to the imagination. It's almost like I'm writing a screenplay, as if I have to describe every piece of furniture in the room, every move my characters make. Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit. But! Something I've noticed is that my writing has improved with every cut, every, re-write, every edit. Within all these edits, I've become aware of this flaw, among others. Editing is never, ever wasted time even though sometimes it might feel that way.
I have written the first draft of my novel, a while ago it seems - that was the easy part. Once I started restructuring it, I saw my book for what it was: A Mess that Needs a Helluva Lot o' Work. However, in restructuring it, it seemed as if the end was that much nearer - at least it did seem that way. On my second draft, I've encountered a lot of stop and go time. I stop because the structure's not working. I stop for superfluous characters. Delete, delete! Goodbye, David, Goodbye, what's-her-name. I stop because the midpoint and first half of the book is all wrong. Rewrite again and again and again. I stop to flesh out the background, to set up my world of magic. You get the point. Much stoppage, not enough advancing. I finally got to the point where I was somewhat happy with it, like hell yeah, this is it! Just on Sunday, I reached the midpoint again, and ahead of schedule! Then I realized I miscalculated and I had to cut lots and lots of words out. In the meantime, I found a few writing websites that made me see some detrimental mistakes I was making with regard to, well, everything. Well, maybe not everything, but at the moment I'm feeling like I need to start all over. And I mean allll ovvveeerrrrr. (Insert cry face.)
This is why I can take the time out to write in this dear lil' unused and lonely blog o' mine. Because I am stopping yet again, restructuring. This has been happening a lot right at the midpoint. I wonder how common this is. I would ask my readers, but I don't think anyone even knows this blog exists. I am THE WORST when it comes to self-promotion. I don't know why this makes me chuckle. It shouldn't.
At least my cats are helping.