I used to hate rewriting. I love the creative flow of
putting down the first draft. But not rewriting. The way the ideas, character
arcs, plot devices and all the other details that make up a story come through
to me is a rush. A high. Definitely an altered state of consciousness that is
pleasurable in its own right and made even more so because of its outcome - a
completed rough draft (or chapter or section or scene or whatever it is that
I'm working on that day).
But then I have to rewrite. The time that flies by as I write
the first draft now drags. The eagerness I approached my task as I wrote is
now gone. I feel like I'm hacking away at my beautiful work, its precious
ideas. I know my first draft is - by no means - perfect. But I see the beauty
of its imperfection. Its awkward angles stand out like a half-hewn statue. Its uneven
pace is like a toddler taking its first steps. It is a thing coming into itself
and that process is delicate and gentle and unique. Never to be repeated in
exactly the same way ever again.
However, as promising as the story is at that stage, it
needs work. It can't grow on it own. It needs guidance. It needs polishing. I
used to hate polishing. I felt like I was grinding down the details that made
the story its own creature. I was stripping away its memorable and distinct
qualities. Because of that, I hated rewriting. I plodded my way through it. I
forced myself to do it. I felt like I was grinding myself down as I polished
the story. And, to no one's surprise, the work wasn't as good. The stories were
flatter, more predictable, more generic.
But that was four finished books and several dozen rough
drafts along with a handful of short stories and their multiple drafts ago.
Now, I look forward to rewriting. I am excited to finish the rough draft so
that I can get my hands back in the clay, so to speak. With a fresh
perspective, a new take, a different look at the material. Elements of the
story that I had not consciously put in now jump out at me. I have several
"ah ha" moments as I make new connections and the story grows fuller
not lesser, more itself not less. Finishing the rough draft for me - now - is
the true starting point of the story. The rough draft, as I
rewrite it, begins to clarify and crystalize and shine with its own internal light
and logic. When that light shines just so, I know the story done.
That's the joy of rewriting.