Sunday, 7 July 2013

The beauties of editing - especially where I'm concerned.

I've just begun the first edit of my longest novel, The Book Of Pain.

   At a little over five hundred pages it's long for me at least and took quite a while to write. Yet by about page two hundred of the first edit, I've found something startling. My hero, as I recalled it, was forced to learn two languages in his quest to return home to England. The first was Latin, this being in the sixteenth century and all; and the second was portuguese. Yet on my first re-reading, that language has somehow, and strangely turned into spanish.

   I just don't know how that happened. Admittedly I could only write a few pages per day and that was on my tablet at work before emailing it to myself then cutting and pasting it into the whole, so I didn't retain an overall view of the novel. I still can't, as much as I'd like to, spend the whole day at home writing, but it's taught me a lesson, and that is to take notes, or at least to re-read the earlier stuff as I write. 

   I'll fix it and everything will be well but I'm amazed at how I could let something so significant slip through, and wonder how many more mistakes I'll encounter along the way.

4 comments:

  1. I've got menopause brain. Can't remember thirty seconds ago. I'll be so glad when I finally have an office and a large cork board to post notes on as I write.

    Hugs and chocolate,
    Shelly

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  2. Whatever the male version of that is, also afflicts me.I already have a large cork board but every time I come home it's covered with photos of whichever rock star my daughter is utterly devoted to this week.

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  3. Nothing like re-writes to make you find those lovely hidden mistakes.

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  4. Except that there are so many. I often wonder if I wrote it in my sleep.

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