Draft two was basically just a massive clean-up of draft one, actually cutting everything that needs to be cut and putting in some stuff that needs to be there. I spent all weekend cutting and putting in and saying to myself repeatedly “This sucks. Why can’t you stop messing with it?”
I just feel all kinds of doubts and yet I can’t stop myself from working on it.
I don’t know what draft 3 will need to be.
Did I tell you I read Alex Bledsoe’s Memphis vampire books? Holy shit. I finished them and I just wanted to “holy shit” for like ten minutes. They’re terrifying. How a person takes something so cliched and makes it terrifying again, I don’t know, but he’s done it.
I also feel like the structure of these books is less “beginning, build up, build up, build up, climax, denouement” and more “winding, winding, winding, winding, winding, winding, SURPRISE!!! IT’S WORSE THAN YOU THOUGHT!!!”
Ha, that’s how I feel, but not on purpose.
Lord, no wonder writers drink.