Ripples in the Pond
This is me. Not literally, but certainly figuratively. And I’m thinking it’s a good thing I have *a lot* of hair. Otherwise I would be bald.
Let me just say, overall, I don’t mind editing. I’m a putzer and a tweeker, and editing allows me to do that under the auspices of something grander. I can rearrange sentence structure, hunt for new words, play with pacing, and all manner of other fun stuff that doesn’t happen <cough> while in the throws of the first draft.
However — and you knew there was going to be a ‘however’ — during the course of this editing, and at the insistent pushing of the Sage of the South, I rewrote a scene. The fact the scene needed the revamping is indisputable. It hovered on being ‘just okay’ when it could have been so much more than that. It lacked the real tension and gritty realism the events called for. So I hammered, slaved, tried, failed, tried again, consumed wine and food in a glorious girl’s night, tried again the next morning, and aced it. Awesome! <happy dance, happy dance>
There are many sayings about one change, no matter how small, affecting many other things — ripples spreading outwards from the pebble thrown into the pond. That’s why, to me, time travel is such a conundrum of a thing. Think about it. You go back 1000 years and accidentally step on a butterfly and, through some warped chain of events, ten other things fail to occur. That affects twenty more, and so on until the whole fabric of reality is frayed, and it turns out the time machine was never invented in the first place, but then how did you get back in time to step on the damned butterfly?!!?
<clears throat> Sorry, all this hair pulling has severely stressed the grey matter. As I was saying…this change I made really is for the better, except for the damn ripple effect. Not only did it push my MC further than intended, it forced me to bring out the kindler, gentler side of her co-MC. He wasn’t supposed to show that side of himself, except for bits and pieces, until closer to the end of the book and then only barely. He’s not comfortable being kind and gentle. As the Sage put it, the co-MC wears an Ass Hat. He can’t help it. It’s who he is. As readers, you’ll either understand that and accept him, or totally hate him.
Anyhow, that means I now need to rewrite several — did I say several? — scenes immediately following the fateful change. Which, by direct correlation, has me mimicking the photo above. Why? Because the aforementioned character has to, absolutely, positively, no arguments allowed, HAS TO, put his Ass Hat back on. But the MC also needs to deal with the new events in a believable and consistent manner. And the trickle down will work its way through the entire plot, right up to the end of the book and into the next.
<huge sigh> The trickle down, I can deal with. The scene immediately following THE SCENE, can I just say, “AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
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