Today feels a milestone of sorts. (If milestones are things one trips over rather than markers that stay decently to the side of the road.)
This is my post number 1801 on this blog. (One thousand eight hundred and first.)
That is rather hard for me to believe. (And, I’m afraid to say, the number makes me feel old rather than accomplished.)
Secondly, although I haven’t fully approved proofs of my upcoming novel, “Nice,” I’ve sent out the last versions, which if I’ve expressed my corrections properly, will be approvable.
So, now, ever trying to avoid all the things I really should be focusing on in my life–i.e. family responsibilities, job, house–I am thinking about my next writing project. (Okay, okay–I do focus on family responsibilities! Yes, I know, not as much as I should– I’m trying, Mom–)
My plan is to work next on revising an old manuscript of a children’s novel. I think the level is sometimes called “middle-grade”.
I am embarrassed to say that this particular novel was first written by me eleven or twelve years ago. I then spent the next several years trying to make it more saleable–i.e. commercial–
Then, liking the book less and less (even though I also wrote a sequel), I just gave it up for some time–
But now, I want to resurrect the manuscript, revise it one last final full time, and publish it myself, because it is a sweet novel, about, essentially, a girl and her dog–
Here’s the big barrier–trying to figure out which of about twenty versions/drafts to use as the basis for the final version. The earlier ones are more wordy, but possibly sweeter–those drafts are more like the old-fashioned children’s book (something written to be read aloud to children.) (The book in that incarnation was called “Sally and Seemore and the Meaning of Mushki”.)
The later drafts are more spare and possibly seem more like books written by a professional children’s book writer. The later ones may be more child-friendly in that they have fewer words and possibly more momentum. (The later title was “Dogspell”.)
For years, I thought I was right to move in the direction of the later drafts–
I was never happy with them; I felt I had whittled out something–a slower and more contemplative way of looking at the world–that I just kind of liked–
But I really do want to finish with this now. And maybe the earlier ones are too wordy? And should one ever go backward instead of forward?