Today’s post is a happy one!
For I have found, and can finally glimpse, the light at the end of the editing tunnel. No, I’m nowhere near done with the long and grueling edit that I’ve got underway on my novel, but as I go I am beginning to see it firming up, becoming something less conceptual and more tangible. I know now what I need to do to make the edit count.
I don’t know about you, dear reader, but I hate it when I read a book, and I feel like the author phoned it in. Come on, you’ve all read books like that, you know you have. What do you think at their end?
Of course. You think, Why did you waste my time with this? You might even blame the author.
I commit to never wasting your time, dear reader. Both my time and yours are just too valuable for me to do that.
So I’ve come up with a poem to remind me as I continue editing who’s important to a writer.
Their publishers, sure, and if I had one their notes would be at the forefront of my mind. But even more important….
Their readers. We write to get readers.
If the reader
What the reader
Should have read
When a story went from concept
Living in your head
To words that might engage,
Or yellow on an antique page,
If what needed communication
Didn’t get to them,
The fault rests squarely
With the writer and his leaky pen.
So spend your ink wisely.