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On Editing, Procrastination, and Fear

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In art, it's always about fear. If you're comfortable with what you're writing, you're probably not digging deep enough.

I've been editing my first novel, Labour Pains (it's a working title, I'm still debating). I've been editing it for a good two years now, on and off. I took a course in winter 2019 that was supposed to get me through the editing process, and it certainly improved the manuscript, but it wasn't enough. I even asked my creative writing tutor to do a manuscript assessment, and he gave me fantastic feedback. But only in the last couple of weeks was I able to take a long hard look at the book and say, I can do better. This book deserves better.

You see, up until now, it was still, in a way, my personal story. A young mother struggling with postpartum depression and anxiety, trying to look like the perfect mom on social media while barely keeping her head above water? Check, check, and check. I kind of merge both my kids into one for dramatic effects, but many of Ashley's (the protagonist) experiences reflect real events. And when I first started writing it, I wrote it in the third person because writing in the first person was too painful. After I finished writing and having survived the early years of motherhood, I had the benefit of hindsight and was able to rewrite the whole thing into the protagonist's point of view. And I thought I had finished.

But writing as a profession isn't the same as writing a diary or a journal. A professional writer (a label I'm reluctant to take as I was never paid for anything I've ever written) takes personal experiences and makes them into a story, with dramas and character arcs and a structure. The trouble was that because I'm more of an inside writer (i.e., planner), my first draft kind of looked finished in terms of structure and story. And because I was still too attached to the story, I refused to see the holes and flaws. I refused to see the ways it could be improved.

In other words, I was afraid to let go of this story. It was my story. And so, I pretended to edit the manuscript: polishing phrases, tweaking the grammar, hunting down typos. But at some point, I realised that if I want to tell it in a way that others will read it and connect with it can't be my story. It needs to be Ashley's story, and it needs to look and feel like a novel. Otherwise, it will forever remain an unpublished manuscript.

Over the last month or so, and especially during a week away with my family and friends, something clicked. I realised I needed to work on the manuscript, that it isn't yet ready. And the edits I need to make are more profound than typos and verb tenses. It's not a complete overhaul, but last week I started looking into significant edits that would improve the story, the structure, and the characters' arcs. I started thinking about it more professionally and less personally.

I’m still no professional. And I would love to tell you that I’ve learnt my lesson and that next time it won’t take me this long. But I don’t know that. To be honest, I don’t know whether I’m detached enough now. It may be yet another stage, one of many, in the process of transforming your personal story into a book. I’ll keep you, as always, updated.

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