The Heavy Lifting of Revision

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I don’t like to exercise. I never get an endorphin high. EVER. All I ever get is tired and achy. But it might not be my fault! Scientists have identified a couch potato gene! 

Still, despite being able to blame my parents for my laziness, I know that exercise is important to my health. So I do it. I drag my lazy, endorphin-deprived butt to the gym at least twice a week to work out with a trainer. He pushes me. He increases the weight and makes me do extra reps, when all I want to do is curl up in the fetal position and cry. Then I stagger home, strip off my sweaty clothes, turn on the shower, and allow my tears to mingle with the water that courses over my aching muscles. But, despite all my pissing and moaning, I love the results. My abs are far from rock-hard, but I’ve got muscles.

For the last few months I’ve been struggling with another task I dislike–Revision. I know, I know, most of you are saying, But I love revision. Well, I don’t. I’m waiting for scientists to report some genetic malfunction that will help me explain this away too. It’s not that I dislike all revision. The first revisions after the shitty first draft are exciting. But somehow that doesn’t seem like revision to me, that’s all part of writing the story. It is often when I find a nugget in my writing that makes me believe I’m a genius. The revision I dislike are the ones in-between the full rewrites (where you know that pretty much everything in your story sucks and you chuck the entire thing and start over from scratch) and the ones where you’re tweaking–adding a bit more to this character, pulling a thread all the way through the story, cutting out the number of times you used the word “just” or “like” or how many times your character’s smile looked like the rising sun.

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What I’m struggling with now is an old, old, old story that I pull out of the drawer every year or so, fiddle with and then stick back in the drawer. I love the story. I love the characters. I love their journey. And, I’m told by readers and my agent that it is worth working on, but somehow I’m not getting it right. I’ve been working on this story now for about a year and am about a third of the way through yet another significant revision and I’m not sure I can face it. I’d really rather sit on the couch and read or work on that shiny new idea that is twinkling in the back of my head.

This kind of revision hurts. It makes my muscles and my head ache. I want to curl into a fetal position and cry. So, I have a small team of “trainers” who check in with me–sometimes weekly, sometimes daily, sometimes hourly. They encourage me to write just one more scene, and make me do the heavy lifting of revision. Then I stagger down the hall from my office to my bathroom, strip off my sweaty clothes, turn on the shower, and allow my tears to mingle with the water that courses over my aching muscles. But, despite all my pissing and moaning, I love the results. My story is still far from rock-hard, but it’s got muscles.

 

 

 

7 thoughts on “The Heavy Lifting of Revision”

  1. Kari B says:

    A very generous post, Meg, and it inspires me.

    I relate!

  2. Sharon Van Zandt says:

    Love this, Meg! Revision is definitely a work-out, not for the faint of heart!

  3. Anna Jordan says:

    I’m so with you.

  4. Meg Wiviott says:

    I’m glad to hear there are others out there as “lazy” as myself!

  5. helen pyne says:

    Meg,
    It’s a tribute to you that you’ve got the guts to keep pulling that story out of hibernation to fix it. Although I love revision and fear first drafts, I’ve got drawers full of old stories (literally) that I haven’t even attempted to revise. Now you’ve inspired me to pull ’em out and flex MY revision muscles again.

  6. maureen hourihan says:

    Perfect, Meg. Well done! I am sitting on this couch with tea and gingersnaps knee deep in a revision that will mean sending another 50 pages to an editor later today because we made a deal that I will keep sending small amounts so I don’t just give up. I do not leave this house, take a nap, or interact with humans until it happens. Hope to be done in time to see a possible Triple Crown.
    Your piece could not have come at a better time. Thank you. Ginger snap, anyone?

    1. Meg Wiviott says:

      Mo, You go!! Forget ginger snaps, how about ginger schnapps?

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