So… I haven’t done a thing on my novel all week, but I have been doing major restructuring to my novella, which I think evens things out. With the help of Becky, I have managed to iron out a much more believable character arc for the more problematic of my male leads (his previous character arc was something along the lines of “learns to use his words” which is a very good life lesson but not much of a character arc). I’m super pleased with the direction he’s going now, even if it does mean that I have to scrape/dramatically rewrite pretty much every part of his POV that I’ve written.

But that’s the fun thing about being a writer? The “oh god, that means I have to change *everything* again” bit?

Oh wait…

No, really. It’s not that bad. I mean, no one gets it right on the first go. If they did, editors would be out of a job, right? And, seeing as how at least one of my friends makes her living doing copy editing, that would be a very bad thing indeed. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I have reached the point where I have accepted the need for rewrites and have embraced the fact that I will be spending the next month or so of my life doing them. And that, once they are done, there is a very good chance that Becky (or some other poor, unsuppecting fool) will read them over, cringe a bit, and then hand them back covered in notes. Because that’s the process. That’s how things gets done.

And that’s okay because each round your writing gets a little better, a little closer to being ready for public consumption. And it’s worth a little pain and suffering on my end if it means that my future readers have something worthwhile to read.