(A.K.A. Revision Bootcamp: Day Two)
So...I'm not a mom--but sometimes I feel like I am, because, well, I write middle grade. Which means I spend large portions of my day hanging out with a bunch of imaginary 12-year-olds. And if I'm being honest, a lot of times, they make me feel like I WANT TO KILL THEM ALL OFF IN A GIANT FIERY EXPLOSION OF DOOM.
See, the thing is, I'm one of those crazy writers whose characters are so real they not only talk to me, they boss me around. Which is great during the whole words-flowing-freely-rough-draft stage. But during the whip-them-into-submission-with-revision stage? Um...it's NOT SO MUCH FUN!
I've tried begging. I've tried threatening. Shoot, I've even tried bribery (and trust me, bribing imaginary children is NOT an easy thing to do). And STILL they won't cooperate.
So now, they're on a Time Out.
They can sit in their Auntie Sara's inbox and they can THINK ABOUT WHAT THEY'VE DONE!!!!! And maybe Sara can get through to them. I mean, after all, she's the cool CP/Aunt. I'm just the mean Writer/Mom making them do all these things they don't want to do.
So in case you're wondering how the revisions are going, well...things are getting a little crazy around here (or maybe I'M just going a little crazy around here--it's *highly* possible). But I will get things under control soon because I refuse to be defeated by imaginary children! I brought them into this world darnit and I can take them out! I have a delete key and I'm not afraid to use it!!!!!
In the meantime, I'll be researching giant prehistoric bugs for another scene. (It's cute if you think I'm joking.) Ah writing...it's definitely a one of a kind experience. :)