Sometimes My Job Is Kind of Weird…
September 2, 2009
I finally finished my massive rewrite of the contemporary fantasy I’ve been working on. It was a tremendous amount of work, deeply wrenching at times, and deeply satisfying at others. In a way I was taking an old book and grafting a new book onto it.
I let the manuscript sit for a little over a week, and now I’m polishing a bit. And sometimes when I polish, I read the book aloud. Why? Because it’s often the best way for me to experience the book, to check it for awkward wording, for overused phrases, for anything that might jar a reader or put off a potential editor. It’s a technique that works well for me — I recommend it.
But it’s a little weird sitting alone in my house and reading aloud. It’s even weirder when my kids and wife are home and they constantly think that I’m talking to them or that I’m on the phone or that I’m having a conversation with myself. (“Dad’s finally gone off the deep end…”)
Anyway, that’s what I’m doing this week. I’m reading to myself. Out loud. And for what it’s worth, I like the book a lot….