I haven't posted anything in over a week because I've been completely immersed in the revision process with my ebook. The sheer joy and romance of writing the initial draft evolves into the more left-brained, detailed work of editing and revising, usually multiple times. This is when we truly know if we love the process, because if you don't, this is when you'll get bogged down. Unless I truly loved hanging out with words all the time, I'd never be able to give birth to a book.
Writing is my passion and part of the overall dream for my life, and to bring finished works forth from the invisible realm to the world of form takes commitment and stamina, specifically, the willingness to sit for hours everyday in front of a computer, no matter how beautiful it is outside or how many temptations to go socialize and play come up. As with most creative endeavors, there are parts of it that aren't glamorous at all. That doesn't mean they're not creative, just that sometimes they really feel like work.
Compared with posting a blog piece, the details in getting a manuscript transformed into a publishable book are painfully minute. Since I'm doing an ebook, I've had to think about fonts, headings, paragraph indents, spacing, how my quotes and bulleted lists look and so on. This has NOTHING to do with writing and I haven't even begun to really promote this book yet. Yikes!
I don't know about you but switching hats from writing to editing to layout to promotion isn't easy. I personally would rather hang out in the writing zone and let someone else take it from there once I'm done with the writing. Not possible right now, so hat changing is part of birthing my dream.
I just happen to prefer right-brained activities. I've lost my taste for the heavy lifting the left-brain does. I love the creative play of dancing with my Muse and the excitement of watching little bits and pieces of ideas get transformed into prose, stories and plays on the page. The experience still pulls at my heartstrings and makes me feel childlike and open to the world. So when I need to put on the more serious, left-brained editor hat, I drag my heels a bit, lingering in the colorful playground of the Muse as long as possible. What finally gets me to start editing is the awareness that I need to untangle my sweet threads of rough ideas and and weave them into a beautiful tapestry that a reader can enjoy. That awareness is just the spark I need to see get myself performing alchemy on each and every sentence so that that it interweaves in harmony with all the other sentences and the piece as a whole. Whatever doesn't fit is lovingly removed; what's missing is added. Some sentences just don't flow or feel right as they are and need to be moved or shortened or lengthened and so on until finally, after several read throughs, all the sentences appear to have always been together in just that form. Voila! A bit of magic has just happened, allowing the reader to engage fully with the writing as if it was not just a bunch of sentences strung together, but a cohesive whole, able to be received and understood.
The promotional blitz that follows is still ahead of me, so I'll share more on that after I've dipped into it more. In the meantime, I'll be giving birth to more books and soon some plays, the hard labor worth it since now these creative children can exist in the world independent of me. Our dreams have their own lives to live after all and we need to be free to keep creating and birthing these dreams.