I recently
finished writing the first draft of my first “real” novel (as in one that I
intend to try to publish). It’s technically a “novella”, not a novel. But all
technicalities aside, it’s my book; it’s my story; and I’m genuinely excited
about finally having the finished manuscript in my computer hard drive. This is
the part of writing that I REALLY enjoy – the part where I sit back, peruse at
leisure, edit as I want to. No pressure. No hassle. Just the completion of my
work.
At least, that’s
how it started out. That was before I realized that I wasn’t doing my job
right. Or how I thought I was supposed to be doing my job right. If that’s
confusing, allow me to clarify. Ahem…
One of the main
corrections I constantly receive from other writers about my writing is that I
am too wordy. I tend to write from a classical perspective, as if I was Charles
Dickens or Jane Austen. I forget that the modern novel isn’t supposed to read
like a nineteenth century, five-and-a-half inches thick, leather-bound,
gold-lettered classic. It’s supposed to be MY story. And too often I lose my
writer’s voice in a flood of flowery words that, while pretty, are boring to
read.
And so one of
the main pieces of advice I constantly receive (from these other writers who
love me enough to keep reading my stories even though I continue to ignore
their advice subconsciously) is to cut out wordiness. Delete every extra word I
can find; get rid of description I don’t need; stop saying the same thing multiple
times in different ways; etc., etc., etc.
When I sat down
to do my first rewrite of this particular novel, that was my main goal. I was
going to rip it to shreds, burn up the extras, and bury them where no one would
be bothered with them again. As I wrote, though, I noticed that I wasn’t losing
word count. It was staying at a relatively stable level. I was deleting plenty
of words. What was my problem?
Then I read over
several key paragraphs (each of which I had almost entirely rewritten). They
were about the same length as when I had first written them. But they read so much smoother and more – well,
readable.
That was when I
discovered the true meaning of rewriting. Maybe it isn’t always about cutting
down word count (even though there comes a point when you honestly have too
many words to fit in). Maybe it’s more about what words are making up your word count.
Are the words
you writing telling rather than showing? Are they distracting
your audience instead of adding to your scene ? Are they to impress or simply to extend your word count? Are they describing something about a character that you’ve already described already
(possibly several times)?
Or...
Are they
enhancing the story? Setting the scene? Drawing your reader in? Giving your characters depth?
If the aforementioned
is true…consider leaving your word count alone! It may not be the problem with
your novel. And if it isn’t, chopping up your word count for that word count’s
sake alone is going to hurt your story more than it will help it. From the girl
who has spent the past week worrying over the fact that her word count wasn’t
drastically dropping, take one piece of advice: remember that not every first
draft is horrible; accept when it is horrible and when it's not; and ultimately seek to enhance your novel during a rewrite, not to fit
only one element of editing. (It will cause much less frustration!)
Sincerely,
Yours
Truly
Love it! and you're not half bad at non-fiction, lady. This was very readable and enjoyable. So proud of you.
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