Soon, I will revise it.
It occurs to me that I should really get around to fixing "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree" one of these days. It may have sat long enough that I will know what to do with it when I pull it out again.
Something has happened to me in the last two years, as a writer. It used to be that I got short stories more or less right on the first draft, and just had to fuss with them, but they didn't need major structural work. Now, it seems like I write a draft to set the plot, and then have to go back and take them apart and do major support work to bring out the thematic stuff, because it gets buried.
Also, I used to have to take novels apart and put them back together five, ten, fifteen times before they came right. Now, they seem to click together pretty solidly on the first pass, and subsequent revisions mostly involve polishing and tuning.
Interesting, that. I try to be at peace with it. It's only going to change again tomorrow. I do notice the writing craft epiphanies have slowed down a bunch lately--either I'm getting to the point where I know what I'm doing, or I've peaked.
Current DO LIST by the end of the year, or by early 2008 anyway:
Revise Hell & Earth
Finish and revise Refining Fire (It is amazing how these novels-in-collaboration get written kind of almost by accident. They metastasize.)
Revise "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree"
Figure out how to use that message board software for the Secrit Projekt
Revise "Knock On Coffins"
Write and revise "Wind-Up Boogeyman"
Write Bone & Jewel Creatures
Write Wehrwolf (and find it a real g-d title)
And then, after that in 2008, Chill to be written, and One-Eyed Jack & The Suicide King to be revised, and The Sea thy Mistress to be rewritten more or less from scratch. And two more Secrit Projekt stories, "Cuckoo" and "Smoke & Mirrors."
Lead pipe cinch, innit? I'll hardly break a sweat.
It's been a good, if busy, week: hiking yesterday with a friend I haven't seen in the flesh in over a decade, Peter Mulvey and David Goodrich at the Iron Horse on Sunday night with my mom and thecoughlin (and Peter and Goody were having a particularly happy night, all smiles and bouncing around the stage), and plans pretty much every night for the rest of the week. Including, dog help me, more house shopping.
I wrote the temporary first sentence of Chill (Jacob's Ladder 2, to my contract) this morning. It is:
It would all be so much easier if there were just one well-defined enemy.
(And still no edit letter. Ahem.)
I'm actually wondering if I'm going to make it to WFC at this point. Things may be about to enter a death spiral. Ah well, if I can't go, I can't go.
And now, off to the gym. If there's no edit letter by the time I get home, I'm going to read mevennen's book and goof off. And maybe try to play enough guitar that my calluses don't completely peel off.
Take your vacation where you can, right?
413 miles to Lothlorien. See you when we get there.