inexquisite agony

[truepenny]

matociquala has an amazing post about Van Gogh's sunflowers.

Me, I'm wading through the Great Grimpen Mire.

The problem with revising--as opposed to editing or rewriting (terminology definitions)--is that it's nothing but problem solving. Widget A won't interlock with gizmo B. You find a fix. Widget A has been replaced by thingamajig C. You kludge together a fit with gizmo B.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

And you keep doing it. And keep doing it. (This book is 730 ms pages long.) Until you're practically crying with boredom and all your other story ideas come and watch and give you sad, seductive panda eyes. (Kind of like this, actually.) And you say, "Deadline, deadline! Leave me alone!" And go on trying to fit whatsit D into line with widget A.

It's a dog's life in the modern army.

Comments

[difrancis.livejournal.com]

Uhuh. Yep. Into the last pages of mine (following yesterday's root canal) and am renaming the widgets and gizmos after horror monsters, having run out of letters. Sigh. It's a good book, I know it, but all the same, sometimes I just want to smack myself for not noticing the poor fittings sooner.

Good luck.

Di

[puzzlehouse.livejournal.com]

My heart goes out to you -- I've been going through the same widge/gizmo/thingamagig slog. My other ideas, however, are anything but seductive. Tired of being ignored, they've all slunk away to sulk.

Good luck. When you get through the Great Grimpen Mire, send up a flare so I can follow.

[nagasvoice.livejournal.com]

I hate it when the panda-eyes start leaning and smokin', lookin' at you just like that. And the tight jeans are just soooo unfair.