I could write nothing else in this entry and you would understand completely my feelings on revision. Lord, how do I hate it? Let me count the ways.
I am, as you may have heard by now, contracted by Mulholland Books to deliver two Camaro Espinoza novels in 2014 and 2015. The first manuscript has already been turned in and I’m told I’ll get my first editorial notes by the end of the month. So there’s revision on the way. But, hey, there’s always revision at this level, so I’m not going to complain too strenuously about it. If you can’t take editorial input, you aren’t cut out to work professionally as a writer. Go self-publish if your perfect writing can’t stand the touch of another person’s hands.
So let us be clear: I’m not complaining about what revision I’m about to be called upon to do. That’s part of the work. I know this and while occasionally I’m asked to change things I’m uncomfortable changing, for the most part I have had very good experiences working with my various editors. I like to think they’d say the same of me.
No, my revision grumpiness stems from another book in the Camaro series. Called Boiling Point at one time, it’s now called Across the Line, and it is the third Camaro novel. Which means that we’re talking about a book I have not even been paid to write yet. It’s written and nothing’s going to change that, but I’m well ahead of the game. I’m not even supposed to turn in Meaner Than Hell until September of next year, so it’ll be at least a year after that before I’m called upon to do anything with these words. And yet here I am, revising them.