I’ve been working on a book for a number of months. It’s a new genre for me. It started out as a grand adventure. I still think it will be, but not for right now. As many of you know, life has been a tad hectic lately with a death in the family and illness for another. So, the work I’ve been tackling has a certain “flavor” in my mouth. It’s similar to when you eat too many chocolate cookies and somehow they just don’t look as good as they did when you opened the box. My lovely wip is going to need to sit a bit until it is no longer associated with the swirling events around me.
What to do? I love to write. It’s me. So, I went to my shelf of old stories. Books I have written a long time ago yet have needs to be edited, updated and put back into the light. I picked one that has always been a favorite. It needs work. It needs a new thinking.
What fun this has been. As I have been reading (200 pages read in one day) and rethinking where I was going with this story, I have had a grand adventure. First, I am disconnected with the author- me. It’s been long enough that I’m able to be totally critical and accepting at the same time. I have little or nothing personally invested in this work. Hence, I can look at it with open eyes.
Next, it is a puzzle to be solved. I can see where there are holes in the mystery. My brain is in overdrive working to see how I can solve the issues I missed before. This is fun. It’s like being given a large complex circumstance written by someone else and left for me to solve. How nice of me to do that for me!
So, I’m jumping right in and trying to figure out how build larger characters, make their lives more frustrating, and keep the pages turning.
Have you gone back to an earlier work? What does it feel like? Do you “own” it or is it a fresh start? This has been grand for me. It’s also a certain affirmation- I really do write fairly well. Good to find out every now and again. Tell me your experiences. I’d love to know.