So I’m rereading Cannibal Hearts and making notes for editing. As an aside, I really like using my Kindle for editing–I can use the “notes” function to tag sections and the text window encourages me to be brief.
Again, this isn’t quite the book that I wanted to write. I always have such big dreams when I start a project, and then as the days turn into months and I start really slogging just to keep going, I kind of lose sight of the big picture. I keep running across little bits and remembering, “oh, yeah, when I wrote this I was going to do that…”
It’s not the book that I hoped it would be, but it’s the best book I can write at the moment. How good is that? I don’t know, I’m too close to it right now. I have a problem with focus–I have too much of it. Not only can I not see the forest for the trees, I can’t even see the trees because I’m tracing the detail of the veins on one leaf.
I have a lot of unfinished business in this book, a lot of unanswered questions. I’m not entirely sure that’s a bad thing, though. There is so much to the world that I’m building, and there just isn’t room to chase down every rabbit trail. Life–my life, anyway–is full of unanswered questions. I see things that don’t make sense and then they are gone and I have to live with not knowing what happened next. That’s reality.
I hope that my readers will end this book with the feeling that I’ve given them a glimpse into a rich and strange wide world, and hopefully they will want to see more of it.
Either that, or that the author is just scatterbrained and keeps forgetting what he’s talking about. You pays your money and you makes your choice.