As many of you know, I was able to type this on Saturday:
This was a wonderful moment in the my life, as it marked the completion of my first-ever TRILOGY. If you’ve been here a while, you know it’s been a hard road to reach that point, for me. Many of my friends encouraged me to celebrate and, believe me, I wanted to!
I was just too tired.
Today, though, I got to start the fun part: rewriting. Tweaking. Fixing. Editing after my beta-reader got through with reading my story and making all kinds of notes.
To me, this is the best. But of course, that’s because I have a great beta. She sends me pages of my manuscript with notes all over it, knowing that I will read each one and change what I’ve written based upon her thoughts.
We have a solid relationship, my beta and I. Anyone looking for a beta needs to find someone whom they trust implicitly. With whom they are free to be themselves, who will not judge them based upon the words they have written for a story. Not that my beta isn’t pleased to read my work; she is. But if she hated every other page, we would still be close, still be in a solid place, still respect one another.
No. Matter. What.
Which means she can be honest. Which means I can heed or ignore what she says. Which means that I get the inside jokes she will leave in the margins.
So today, I went back to the beginning. To the notes I wrote on page one. Notes no one but my beta will ever see. Reaching The End was terrific, but it’s only part of the process. Today, I moved on, back to page one, and read everything my beta wrote, marking up my copy of my manuscript as necessary. Tomorrow, I will go over the same chapters again without her notes, reading and making more notes.
Then, I’ll have a rewrite.
All the way to The End.