Rewriting is harder than writing.
There, I said it. If you already know this, nod your head in agreement. Sing the Hallelujah chorus. If this is new to you, you might want to sit down.
I’m exhausted, but good exhausted, from the tapestry I’m weaving in this rewrite. A new character sprang out of nowhere. She knocked on my brain until I wrote her, and I know why. She picked up a thread that was missing. I have fleshed out secondary characters so that they don’t live and breathe by the MC. They are grateful to have their own lives. I have added subtle bits of foreshadowing, that no character sees, but I hope that will tickle a memory in each reader when she is farther along in the story.
Each word matters more than it did before. Amazing that is even possible.
The thing that is hardest of all is weaving time. When three months pass here, or the snow falls, or there is a birthday, where does that leave everyone? On the corner? On vacation? Is school over? Do they need coats or bathing suits? How much time has passed? How old is everyone? Did I miss something? It all has to mesh. I’m doing the best I can with that part, but think I’ll pick it apart and analyze in the next rewrite.
Yes, the next one. I know it’s coming. I’m already brewing the coffee.
How do you keep track of time or tiny details in your long manuscripts? Do I need another white board?