“Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.”―Raymond Chandler.
Revision is your safety net. It
will keep you from splattering on the ground. Revision introduces
you to yourself as a writer. You get to know your tendencies, good
and bad. We all misstep. Account for this in your process, and
don't be ashamed of it.
I have learned the most about my
writing through the trial and error of revision. When you're inside
of a draft, a first draft especially, you can't see it for what it
is, just maybe what you want it to be, if you even know what that is
yet. It is only when you step back that you can take the measure of
what you've done.
Sometimes writers eschew revising their
work to preserve its authenticity. They argue that whatever
else their draft might be, it is true. They have captured something
raw and from the gut, or heart, or whatever organ was liveliest at
the time of composition, and their work should
remain untouched to maintain that experience. In fact, they
are not wrong in this. Not wrong in principle.
I've tried writing straight out of the
emotional moment. Tried riling up my gut and sicking it on the page.
The problem I saw when I looked back, though, was that while my work
certainly seemed like it came from an emotional person, it did not
evoke that emotion in a reader. It did not craft the scene in a
precise and believable way, or even in an interesting way. Some
smart, cold editing helped to fix that. So did throwing out a great
deal and trying it over again with a sober stomach.
Who are you writing for? If at
least part of your answer is “other people,” you owe it to them
to make your work as good as it can be. The first draft can always
be for you. Wholly for you. Either just the experience or that
separate saved copy on your desktop, every feeling and intention
captured in time. But thereafter, roll up your sleeves.
This doesn't mean you have to revise
your work until it is without blemish. A worthwhile goal, that, but
nonetheless unobtainable. There is no perfect in art, only
better for me or better for you.
Eventually you have to call it – time
of death, date/time, and move on. If the story doesn't get
published, maybe in five or ten years you open up its drawer and
discover now you know how to breathe life into it. Either way,
wrestling with the peice has made you better. You're stronger now
than when you began the struggle.
Always.
So struggle mightily and mindfully.
Don't be complacent in your process and call it authenticity. Don't
shrug off honing your work out of some half-baked sense of snaring
“true emotion.” That sort of dull writing never cut straight to
a reader's heart and left a mark.
The best short story I ever wrote I
revised three or four times over the same number of years, adding to
it and rearranging and thematicising – all the proper
embellishments any good student of the craft should fritter away at.
Intending to look over what I had done, I started reading the first
draft by mistake. That draft was the best of them all. Flawed, but
the cracks were so thin they took nothing away from the rest. It was
compact, simple, and playfully succeeded at what it set out to do.
This, a story I wrote in two days? But I took the time to know it.
And there you have it. Not wrong in
principle.