Writing has been going well so far this year. I’ve been reading through what I have of the story Marcellus: Great Barbarism. I had to delete 10,000 words because I accidentally pasted the same words in twice. D’oh! I’m actually at 42K, not 52K, yet I know the story isn’t complete yet. It’s missing a few concluding chapters, and many in between too.
Self-editing is a vital part of the construction of this story. It’s an attempt to organise a jumble. I’m one of those writers who writes it in a mess and has to sort it out later. Self-editing your story isn’t as fun as writing it either because it’s about tidying, organising, and making sense of what you’ve written at times when you want to be writing, not working.
Another interesting thing I’ve noticed is that what I’ve written doesn’t conform exactly to my planned outline. I expressed the writing in a different order, expanding some chapters and leaving out others. It felt natural, and the result is still pleasing. It does make one wonder why some writers, sometimes called pantsers, enjoy to just wing it when they actually write rather than to create a clear solid structure and adhere to that structure. Who writes their stories strictly according to a plan?