I’m deep in it now. Cutting from later chapters and pasting into this one, rewriting, editing, writing in new stuff that reads better than the stuff I scrawled over the stuff I’d written, and creating new material eked from the barest of bare-bones notes.
I told Jean yesterday that writing a book always feels to me like walking a tightrope, never knowing for sure if I’ll make it all the way to the other end in one piece… but that doing the write-in part of revision was where I looked down and saw the clowns running off with the net.
And I’ll add that, with the current deadline, I’m crossing with the sure knowledge that someone has set fire to the rope behind me.
The fact that coherent books come out of this process never ceases to amaze me, frankly.
But, yes, I love what I’m getting on THE SILVER DOOR. Getting it is a hair-raising experience, though.