Stage 1: When I wrote the first draft, I thought I was done with the story.
I mean, it was perfect, right?
Then I came back to it after a few weeks and decided that I had only two choices: delete this complete waste of kilobytes or rewrite it.
Stage 2: After the second draft, I knew I needed to come back and look at the story again, but it was almost done. Like Kubler-Ross and her stages of grief, I was bargaining by this point. I wanted to believe that ‘good enough’ was acceptable.
Stage 3: After the polish draft, I reached a stage where I couldn’t look at the manuscript any longer. I could not tell if it was good or bad, I just know I couldn’t rewrite it any longer. So I called that done and sent it off.
Stages 4-6: After I received the revision notes, I had to revise several chapters. Back to the old routine, but with new material: first revision, second revision, polish revision.
And today it went back to the editor.
Stage 7: Write the next story.
I’ve hardly ever reread any essay I’ve written without finding either a mistake or something I thought needed changing. I guess even when writing is done it’s not really done.
I suppose at some point we have to just agree that it’s not going to be perfect. But the next one will be better! That’s what I tell myself, anyway 😉
I think that’s very wise. It’s either that or we’d end up constantly rewriting the same page until the end of time. 🙂