I’ve been dealing with my second draft and I knew it needed something. I knew it was missing the weight I wanted and I knew I needed massive changes. Overhaul. The Longsuffering Editrix® tried in her ever so subtle way to explain what it was. I didn’t get it. I’m obtuse sometimes.
Then I read Blood Song.
Sometimes you need to shown, not told. If you haven’t read it, then you won’t understand and if you have then I don’t need to explain myself.
On the one hand, I’m delighted to see what I have to do. On the other hand, there’s a real mixture of envy (lime green and pulsating) and admiration for Mr Ryan and then a large part of me wants him to never have existed because he’s consigned me to a purgatory of rewriting until I do what has to be done. The bastard.
Anyhow. If you read this Mr Ryan, thank you for your work and kindly piss off.
I’m nothing if not honest.