The first book that I wrote is, yes, plot heavy, and I struggle with the fact that it is just that; I prefer writing when I know I’m giving the vibe literature gives in its use of extended metaphor that’s so subtle it’s changing you without knowing it by using such thought out examples of show, don’t tell. Plot heavy books can totally do that, but when I’m saying plot heavy, I probably mean plot focused.
My writing in this book isn’t like my writing when I write “literature,” she says all snobby-like. While there is an extended metaphor, and even more than one, and I show don’t tell sometimes, it’s not in the same way. I’m not even sure if I can describe the way. I think few can, which is why it’s so hard to learn: it’s so hard to teach; best learned through trial and error.
I understand how to correctly do it, so when I’m not doing it because I’m editing the first book I ever wrote that has a totally different vibe, it’s very very very–monumentally difficult to be okay with that. But it’s even more difficult to morph it into that which I know and love the most: literature. And in case you can’t tell, I also love complex grammar, and bending the rules because if you don’t where’s the fun?
Point being, editing my first book has been a constant inner struggle. I like and enjoy the vibe it sends, for in many ways it reads like you would talk, and there’s a relatability to that, an ease to that. But on the other hand, I know that the most effective writing would be the more “literary” form that at 7:30 in the morning I’m not doing the best job of describing.
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