A few months ago, I got a manuscript back from Enslow for revisions. It had been months since I turned it in and mentally I was far away from the project.
For the most part, the comments were positive, but my editor told me (in red pen) that he wanted chapter three expanded into two chapters and my last two chapters condensed into one.
I have to admit, I have a bit of an issue with my editor’s red pen. His writing isn’t that neat and it sort of feels like he is yelling at me. I become petulant and complain a lot. Fortunately, he can’t hear me.
However, adding to the text made sense. It took a while, but I expanded my chapter 3, broke it into two, and answered my editors questions throughout the manuscript.
It was the condensing that hurt. These curriculum books have very specific word counts. When I had finished expanding, I needed to cut more than 4,000 words–about a fifth of the book. Ouch.
To cut, I had to look very carefully at what was necessary. What did I think was really important. I had to cut large sections and then more large sections. Then, I line edited and cut more large sections.
I guess it was like cutting down a roster for an Olympic team (an appropriate metaphor since the Olympics start tonight.) The first cuts weren’t that hard, but the last ones were painful. I had grown fond of the players (writing) and thought they added something to the team (text), but in the end they weren’t needed.
I still wish I could have about 500 words back. Word counts feel a bit artificial and I hated cutting that last player. But the red pen was right, and I have to admit, the book is better.
Perhaps there is something good, important even, about being forced to cut and make tough decisions about your writing.
Thoughts?
Best,
Mara