A very common piece of advice for writers is to put their first draft in a drawer and wait. I’ve seen a month suggested as a good length of time. The thinking is that after that time has passed you will see it with fresh eyes and the editing will be easier.
Ha, ha, ha …
Now this is all very well but what the hell are you supposed to do in this month? In my case probably a week…
Here are a few ideas for you if you are facing this challenging period of time:
- buy paperclips [What? Well, it’s something to do, isn’t it?]
- buy coloured clips [ditto]
- buy coloured pointy things [double ditto]
- colour coordinate your books [no, don’t actually, people will think you are disturbed]
- dead head and water your … oh, good lord they’re actually dead so instead …
- throw out your dead geraniums
- phone your friends – oh, you haven’t got any
- think about cleaning the kitchen floor [but under no circumstances actually do it]
- pick up a passing poetry book and try and convince yourself that you are more poetic than you are currently feeling [being acutely aware that you want to inject a sense of poetry into certain parts of your book]
- if all this fails to do the trick place a cat in a deck chair on the printed out draft along with spider man [you will require super powers to edit it] a glass eye [it happened to come to hand] a red heart and the oldest book you own, a 1799 history of the tower of London volume 1 price sixpence [No, I have absolutely no idea where it came from but here it is].
- take all your loose change [if your knees can take the strain] to one of those machines where it swallows it all up and gives you a voucher to spend. Feel the weirdness of not having one 1 pence piece in the flat apart from the one the machine rejected. Enjoy the weightlessness that goes with having no coppers anywhere near you.
- consider the fact that with all your other 8 books you had that phase when you hated them and thought they were rubbish, hated yourself, thought you were… This is just another of those times so aren’t we maturing and isn’t this fun?
- consider therapy
- play this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARt9HV9T0w8
- no, no, no if you’re thinking of rollerskating
- do not under any circumstances start following the news because the toxicity of the national debate [UK/Brexit/October/2019. One month to go etc] will bleed into the toxicity of your relationship with your book and you will want to set fire to your hat [if you have one] or your head if you haven’t
- don’t read quotes like this because Calvin was obviously feeling exactly like you are now
“The shelf life of the modern hardback writer is somewhere between the milk and the yoghurt.”
CALVIN TRILLIN – THE NEW YORK TIMES 14 JUNE 1987
- iron everything you can find including the cat and the hamster
- try to ignore the 147 random pains that may have sprung into your body at the moment you typed the words THE END
- under no circumstances dwell on that weird dream you had about Boris Johnson wrecking your car and denying it, the one where you woke yourself up shouting in a rage OR-DAHHHHH, OR-DAHHHHHH…
- do not practice mindfulness because you will sink into the existential nothingness that is your life without writing and it won’t be pretty
- don’t open that drawer which contains packets of old strepsils, a torch, batteries which may or may not be flat, an ancient camera, a belt that you once put round your waist but which now fits the top of your thigh, many odd gloves and your great aunt’s handkerchief holder, currently containing no handkerchiefs, three old conkers and miscellaneous christmas cracker gifts including a tiny green frog which is supposed to hop but … Wheeeeeeeeeee…oh my god that’s brilliant I’m never throwing that out. DO NOT OPEN THE DRAWER because it will make you feel like falling asleep for 100 years.
- on the other hand that’s the best idea you’ve had so far. If you can, sleep for a week, it’ll save your liver and it’ll prevent you buying paperclips and then you can get up and start editing. Good luck and don’t forget to use the pointy things but don’t worry if you don’t there’s always that drawer to put them in where they can point pointlessly at the pointless things in there which you have just discovered include two f*****g bags of coppers [coins not policemen] and that tiny green frog.
THE END (although unfortunately as any fule kno, it probably isn’t).