Last week Wednesday, I finished DLN (whose real name is Djinnocide, btw - snazzy title, eh?) and I spent the time between then and this most recent Wednesday trying to decide what I was going to do next. I read a few books, watched a lot of TV and twisted in the wind. I figured I could go back to revising the other book that's been on my sidebar for months - RTL. But I was just meh about tackling that one again. So, I dinked around with a couple other things to no avail.
And I started thinking about Bloodflow (or Nanotechnology in another incarnation). Great premise, and pretty damn good writing, but the plot's all over the damn place. I did some editing there, and I still love the piece, but I've played with this so many times it took a day to realize I was editing on an old draft, and now I'm not sure which direction I like better. :shrug:
Enter the suggestions I talked about on Wednesday. Okay, sounds like a plan. I've got to print out Bloodflow. I get it. Okay. Yeah. Umm, that's a daunting task if there ever was one. The damn thing's like a big jigsaw puzzle. What I need to do is take the pieces and reassemble them into a cohesive whole. And this is like a 5000 piece sucker.
So, while I'm standing here staring at that painful problem, I decided to take another suggestion from the same post. I turned DLN on its ear by changing the whole thing to another font. I think the one I settled on was something called Utlaat or some such silliness. The specifics don't matter, just the results. Sure enough, I changed the font and... I frickin hated what I wrote. Talk about taking gaffs and making them GLARING ERRORS. Holy shit.
I closed the manuscript and went off to some fluffy place in my head where everything is rainbows and bunnies.
Last night, I took another look at the DLN fish hook and it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. Sure, I had some HUGE info dumps in chapter two. And some of the wording is lame. All that can be fixed. All I need to do is stop looking at the hook and just pull.
If you close your eyes, you hardly feel the barb.
Playing in my head: Sugar, We're Going Down by Fall Out Boy