I know some of the other Wenches have talked here about the process of re-releasing some of their earlier books in digital e-book format, but be that as it may, I thought I’d share some of my thoughts on the subject too, especially as the titles I’ve been working on are the first books I ever wrote.
It’s been a fascinating—and sometimes painful!—experience to re-read my beginning forays into creating stories and characters. Perhaps I shouldn’t admit it here, but when I began, I really knew none of the rules. I had never heard of RWA, had never taken a writing workshop, had never belonged to a critique group. I was an avid reader, and had loved creating stories when I was little—my mother preserved some of
In college I decided to pursue art instead of English, and that led to a career in publication design as an Art Director, which was all about combining words and images. (I guess you could say I’ve had a left brain-right brain love affair with books and magazines for most of my life.) The urge to write again came about in one of those serendipitous moments we all experience in life. I passed an elderly man on the street in New York City who was selling paperback books. There was a stack of Georgette Heyer novels.
As I said, I was totally clueless as to craft, but I was too stupid to let that stop me. I simply sat down at my desk and started to write . . .
In re-reading the manuscripts to correct any factual errors and clean up any really egregiously awkward language, I made a number of discoveries—herewith, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly:
1. For some reason, when I started out I seemed to like a strangely passive sentence structure. “His hand moved to pick up the glass.” I did that a lot. And trust me, I had to slap my own hand to keep from doing to extensive a job of rewriting . . .though I couldn’t refrain from making some changes. Thank Goodness I grew out of that phase fairly quickly.
3. It was a bit heartening to see that my skill with language and sentence structure got better as I went along. Flow, cadence, word choice—I slowly began to develop a style. In re-reading, I still saw a lot of rough edges that made me wince, but I also saw things that made me smile and say, “hey, that wasn’t half bad.”
How about you? Have you ever looked back at your first attempts at something, be it painting, writing, gardening, scrapbooking or whatever. What were your reactions? Love? Hate? Or something in between?