Sometimes the next step is behind you.
I’ve been keeping myself busy in the new year with some short stories, erotica, and the seedling state of a new business venture. I also got sick. Twice.
During my last bout of grossitude, I sat in the bath, meditating on what my next step in the Inner Moonlight saga should be. I’ve made an earnest start to the second book of the series and am still playing the waiting game with my dream publisher. The first insight that came to me as I sat in the bath instructed patience. We’ve been over this. I suck at patience. But I’m working on it, and if there’s anything that deserves my patience right now, it’s this. Moving on. . .
The second insight was: I need to go back. I need to open the manuscript again, now that I’ve really given myself the room and space to allow it to rest in my mind, when I can actually read the book with a fresh eye.
This weekend, I combed through the manuscript looking for standalone scenes I can submit to some anthologies. On each page as I searched for appropriate scenes, I found changes I wanted to make. Mostly, it was syntax or typos or small fixes to make the sentences tighter. But it pained me to realize that there were so many. Particularly if Plan B turns out to be self-publishing, (which the scales are tipping toward), I have to rely on myself to catch mistakes and make the prose shine like a new njoy eleven.
So, with red pen in hand, I started reading Inner Moonlight again. I’m polishing and fixing and tuning up bits and pieces. And, surprisingly enough, it feels good. It’s fun to catch typos and improve syntax, particularly without my emotions getting all screwy because I’m not questioning my plot (yet) or kicking myself for being crappy (yet). For now, secure in chapter 5, I’m cleaning, polishing, and tightening, all of which feel divine.