I’ve been working on a novel for the last year and a half. More so learning the trade and the potential of my abilities. Abilities I thought were so striking and creative have been encouraged, judged, praised, condemned, and are now being put to the final test. I’m in Revision Hell.

I now see that my first draft of this particular piece was one big ol’ brain dump, and maybe my brain is not the best and the brightest. From examining what I sat down and read through a few months ago, my brain is a remedial reader with an attention disorder. That’s okay. I can objectively say, looking back with the knowledge I gained, that every large work I’ve done to date has been a fight to get the story on the page—to get the pictures out of my head. The problem is I am attached to these ideas. They are my creative brainchildren. I protected them from every slight and offending remark because they are so much a part of me.

No more.

The book I am working on at the moment has become an unruly teenager. Full on bad attitude and unwillingness to bend. Ha. I’m tougher than that. A little tough love would do it some good. I am ready to get the revisions done and kick the overgrown kid out of my house. This pompous little piece of work needs to get out and start proving itself on its own.

That’s how you have to see the process. When you start, the idea is grand and wonderful. You look forward to nurturing the seed and completing the first draft. It is a great accomplishment when there’s a thick pile of double-space pages neatly tucked in a box. I can imagine it now—the smell of printer ink and the feel of the warm paper. My idea has been given life. Some people stop here. They guard it and protect it from the outside world. I know I did. But was I right in doing so? If you stop at this point, the idea on paper will never truly flourish. It will never grow to influence another. It will sit in a box or on a flash drive until it dies hidden away from the judging eyes of the world.

Get past that. Walk away. Give it breathing room, then come back and see it for what it is. It’s still just an idea. What could be better? What problems does it have? How can you fix it? And the scariest of all, what does someone else think of it?

Revision is not about reviewing for passive phrases and adverbs. It’s not simply running it through a spell check. This is about getting in there and tearing it apart. It can be stronger. How are you going to do that? It can have more depth. How are you going to give it more emotion? It’s hard work, because this is your child, but you can do it.

I’m going through it now. I am throwing out entire portions of the manuscript. Characters are being set aside because I realize I had them in place for only one reason. I see the holes for what they are now. I will make it the best I can, and then I will send it out into the world. I can’t promise I won’t be hurt when that first criticism hits, but I will be in a better place to understand.