Many dangers that threaten to turn a book’s creation into
something less than it could be exist between the spark of an idea and the
publication of a work. I am right now in a critical area with my next Seamus
McCree novel, Doubtful Relations.
Its inception might be prevented because the author was not
mindful and missed the spark, dooming the story to an eternity of nonbeing.
Some authors have the reverse problem to that of missing new
ideas; they are overwhelmed by new ideas. Rather than choosing one and working
to bring it to a satisfactory conclusion, they flit from one shiny concept to
another and never complete a first draft. They begin each story with enthusiasm,
but at some point a brighter object appears to distract them. The idea they
were working on appears pale in comparison, and that once great idea is
consigned to the physical or electronic bottom drawer with its fellow
incomplete projects.
I do not want to suggest that authors should not abandon
stories that do not pan out. I’ve quit mid-draft when I decided the story was
not big enough for the canvass I chose. I also have a story that after
struggling with it, I concluded I could not yet capably tell with my skills. I
like to think I have not abandoned the story, merely put it on hold.
Completing a first draft is both a cause for celebration and
time of danger. First drafts by their nature often suck: The storyline is not
yet solid; the writing is clunky; characters and descriptions are overwrought
or barely sketched. There are so many problems, some authors give up. That has
never been my issue.
Conversely, some newer authors think their first draft is a
fine creation and rush it on its path to publication. Agents and publishers
will reject manuscripts that still need much work. I fell into this trap with
drafts of my early novels that I tried to find homes for before they were
strong enough to deserve them. I continued to improve Bad Policy until it was deservedly published.
Some self-publishers are so excited when they type “The End,”
they doom their book with premature publication.
Fortunately, I enjoy revision. I am neither discouraged at
how bad my first draft is nor enamored with my terrific story. I know I have
many drafts to go before I have a version I think worthy of publication.
However, there comes a point while working on each of my books
where I become sick of it. I want to howl to the moon that I am through; I want
to move on to the next project. Doubtful
Relations is at that point.
I’ve improved the story through a number of drafts. Beta
readers provided large scale feedback that I incorporated. I modified the story
based on my story editor’s suggestions and comments. I’ve pruned and fluffed
and rewritten and repeated. Now Jan is reading it one last time before I ship
it to my editor for her review.
And, of course, Jan will find errors (because there are
always errors). And she will find several (hopefully not more) things that have
been wrong in the last several drafts that everyone who read those versions (including
both me and Jan) has missed. Because I am ready to be DONE WITH IT, my patience
is frayed by her finding stuff that
should have been caught before!!
I’m not frustrated with her; I’m frustrated that I hadn’t
found and fixed those things. That is what makes this the most dangerous
time for me. I might rationalize away a problem or slap a Band-Aid on it or make
quick changes that correct one problem and create another. Any action like that
will diminish the story.
Knowing my style, I am mindful of my reaction and counteract
it by reminding myself I desire to produce the best book I possibly can. To
force myself to slow down, I have given myself until the end of May to deliver
the manuscript to the editor. I’ll have at least seven weeks between receiving
her final comments and the book’s August 23 publication date to reflect final
changes.
How about you, authors? What is the most dangerous time for
your novels?
Readers, have you ever been enjoying a well-written book,
and then, as though someone else took over authorship, you are smacked with a clunky
section somewhere in the middle or an ending “phoned in” from the beach (or
mountains if that’s how the author would answer Elaine’s question about
favorite vacation place)?
~ Jim






