I have written two complete books. The third is in the works. The first two have been published (as some of you know). And yet, and yet!!! They still aren’t perfect. Not even perfect . . . they still aren’t ready.
Maybe I’ll be one of those rare, unusual authors that is never satisfied, but there is no last word. The end is not necessarily the end. A book. Published. Finish. Done. Gone. Irrevocable.
Nah, just kidding.
Having learned so much about writing in the 3’d book, I’d be remiss if I didn’t observe how faulty the first one in particular is.
I have a big problem with info-dumping. A habit I no doubt learned from timeless classics such as made novels and the art of writing novels great and beautiful.
There is doubtless a difference between the style of writing from a hundred years ago and that of today.
My acceptance of the more modern styles is hypocritical at best. I truly enjoy classic books, the flavor of the words they used, and the creativity that spawned generations of imagination. I love the complexity of language and, yes, the info-dumping. However, there are many current authors I am a fan of also and the excellence of storytelling has not been detracted.
So what to do.
Here I seek a happy medium to satisfy my loves of language, storytelling, and fast-paced action, and yes, to satisfy my hypocrisy and make me feel like the finer points of language have not been lost forever.
And then we come to the chopping block, bringing my first book back into the fire. Forging it anew, hopefully better. I want to push it to the best it can be, and suit it for the market of readers I want to reach.