The most exhausting writing
session is never writing, not even re-writing, but performing the grammar and
punctuation and plot and dialogue check.
Resuscitating Lucid for
the purposes of self-publishing presents the "opportunity" to go over that
manuscript yet again. It does bear fruit. Not mammoth
alterations, but little 'stop the reader in her tracks' things that made it
passed spellcheck get nabbed and altered. Catching that I
referred to a character's need for 'mediation' when I meant 'meditation'
only proves that the complete suck of a time-investment can pay off.
Lucid is really long. It isn't, but it is. After alternating between slogging and
sprinting through some 50 chapters in a day and a half the PW reviewer's take
(...this very long teen thriller...)
seems dead accurate.
I'm also chagrinned because
after ballyhooing the 102,000 word version, turns out the 94,000 word edit not
only proves leaner and meaner, but better overall.
What also seems cool and weird
at the same time is to have a pre-publication listing on an actual verifiable
big-timey retailer website for a book.
Neat (because it's my book). Intimidating (because I have a (self-imposed) deadline). Depressing (because I am bacterium in an
ocean choking on same as well as hosting all that actual majestic and
established ocean life).
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