[#reviseandrevive] A Change Would Do You Good

For my #reviseandrevive prompt today, I want to focus on what happened during my first draft that needed to change. And to do that, I have to take you on a trip down the many paths I take during my writing adventure. So keep all your arms and legs inside and buckle up…

I don’t think the plot was the problem the first time. The problem was how I came to that plot. I, as they would say over in the NaNoWriMo community, am a plotter and not a pantser. But sometimes, no matter how much of an outline I have, great ideas come to me midway through and I have to get them on the paper. It has to twist and turn my story to fit this new, great discovery! Even if the backstory and the lead-up is not there.

So I have two options: make it fit in what what I have, or shove it in and hope for the best during revision.

With The Final Rose, it seems like I did the former. During my first re-read, things mostly made sense. I was lacking a significant amount of build up for the romance, but overall things made logical sense. What I’m doing now is smoothing out the edges with a bit of sandpaper.

But while I smooth, I’m also still carving, so to speak. There are scenes I need to add, then re-read and quickly revise to fit with the rest of the novel. Characters need a little tweaking – a new wardrobe or a haircut, in a sense – but nothing overall horrific.

And that’s where I am. My changes are small at the moment, the biggest change right now being a chapter that I chopped off half from and added to another chapter. But I’m only about a third in… There’s still time…

Still in Peaceful Dreams, I See the Road Leads Back to You

(Today may be a two post day because I have the #reviseandrevive prompt about which I plan to write).

As I think I have harped on about enough, this year is dedicated to shaping up and querying my novel, The Final Rose. The very first draft was written in 2011. The second draft, after it had been through a bit of critiquing, was in 2013. And now, five years after that, I am finally prepared to write the third (and hopefully final) draft.

#reviseandrevive was created to tie into a few projects, one of which is Resurrection April on WriYe. The concept behind that is to look at your older work that remained unfinished or written at the wrong time, and try to restart or finish it.

When I created the challenge years ago, I was hesitant. Sometimes, stories remained unfinished for a reason. Some need to be abandoned for issues involving plot, characters or execution. Major injuries to these can be recovered from with stitches and time; fatal flaws mean the story needs to be put to rest permanently. I’ve had stories ending due to both. Only the former can be revived.

How do you know when a novel is salvageable? This is my little cheat sheet (which I present as salted as the Dead Sea):

  • Do you remember the characters? If you have to reread the novel to get the names of side characters, that doesn’t count as not remembering. What I am talking about here is whether or not you remember your main characters. What did they want? What did they do? Could you slip back into their voice easily?
  • Do you remember the general plot? Again, you don’t need to remember every scene. What was the plot you intended to do? Do you remember the inciting incident? The climax? Does it still excite you?
    • If the answer to this last one is no, can you find a way to fix it that would make it exciting?
    • If the answer is still no, is this the right plot for these characters? Pitch it to a few friends and see if they can help you.
  • Can you re-immerse yourself in that world? This may be for only some writers, but can you jump back in and feel the world? Do you remember the important parts of world-building? The unique qualities that will draw your reader in?
  • Are you looking to write this to avoid something else? Like editing?

That last one is a bit personal.

Those are the things I usually ask myself when I look at reviving a novel (or rewriting). Sometimes, the answer is yes, like the novel I am writing now. Everything was still fresh. I wrote my first added in scene for the revision last night and Task’s voice was as clear is it was the first day I wrote for him. The scenes played before my eyes with a fully constructed setting. And the plot was what I had worked on the whole previous month.

Sometimes, the answer is no. Like a novel that will remain unnamed, but those who have known me awhile have listened to me complain. I tried to write this novel four times. The characters are nebulous, changing between drafts, because I could not pin them down. The setting is strong, but the alchemical/magical system is something that needs improvement.

The plot? Oh the plot. The overarching plot is there. But the inciting incident, the ordinary vs. extraordinary, all if it has never solidified.

Do I think the novel has promise? Yes. I really do. But the problem is either I am not prepared to write this novel, or I am not the right author to write the novel. Every time I try, I come a tiny step closer to distilling the essence. But somewhere along the way, the train jumps the tracks and crashes into the words I’ve previously written.

Will I try again one day? I am going to say no here, but I know it’s a lie. I’ll always go back to trying to fix this bane of my existence.

Until I get it down, though, there are other plots to chase.

[#reviseandrevive] I’m a Lover and I’m a Sinner

A brief introduction to Task Tannes, the MC of my novel. Task is a thief who is cocky, self-assured and selfish. These are scenes from the first chapter (draft two, so pre-revision). Just a small excerpt:


[…] Anyone that came into White Nymph Tavern before noon was bound to be lost to the cups or the cards. Task just happened to be an expert at both, as well as the most ancient art in the entire town of Thornin: pickpocketing. […]

He counted out the coin in his hand, adding the fee to the barkeep that he’d already removed. He’d stolen quite a bit of money that morning, but what was the use? It had practically fallen out of the man’s pocket and there was no true deception. A stuttering fool was easily mimicked. He wanted to strive for something higher. To achieve something unachievable.


He was going to steal from the king himself.