5) I love the moment I finish an edited draft. I know this new draft is better, smoother. I don’t need outside validation. I know it is better. In that moment I feel like a master writer. My thinking is clear, my fingers tingle. I could walk on water. If only I could bottle this moment and those feeling and drink them when I read over the same words two months later. I’m still convinced faeries either change the story or spit in my eye . . . But this is my confession of love and I digressed.
4) I love playing with the best playmates around . . . words. That first draft I play with the words that are available. During the edits I reconnect with the words I've forgotten, because they are hidden in a cobweb-covered trunk. Oh, to bring those words out and play . . . It is exhilarating. Mellifluous . . . nefarious . . . gastroenterology (okay, maybe that one can stay in the trunk).
3) I’m sure you’ve noticed I am a Chatty Cathy. It is a blessing and a curse. In my writing it’s a curse. Editing allows me to exorcise verbosity demons. Those ugly smelly things devour a story. “I command you leave, Wordiness. I command you leave, Stupid Metaphor. I command you leave, Redundant Phrase.” Crap, I’m out of holy water . . .
2) I become a better writer. Each time I pick a better word, contemplate a scene, consider my plot (all its nuisances) I’m becoming a better writer. I see the transformation with each draft. Sometimes I want the transformation to happen faster, but hey,
1)My story is better! And at the end of the day, I want a GREAT, FANTASTIC, story. I want my characters to be the best they can be. I want to honor them, their journey. With a few less demons around, I see things I missed. I see each character’s strengths and flaws (more than I initially saw) and I appreciate his/her journey all the more. When I see the threads of my plot come together to make beautiful tapestry, I can’t help but smile. I am always amazed that the plot and people came out of my head. I feel honored that the story chose me as its scribe. I pray I haven’t screwed it up.