If we were having coffee today I’d probably be mentioning book news. Well, there isn’t too much news. I’m hammering away at the fourth revision of my next novel. Pretty sure I got away with three on my last novel. But this time, I just wasn’t sure so I’m making another pass.
I use a technique called fast writing. By concentrating on word count, one chips away at the plot until an entire story develops. I find it quite creative as your mind is consumed with ways to keep moving forward. The traditional thought of writing, to slowly craft as one goes along has one drawback. If the writer sees something shiny, they stop. Sometimes for hours. Sometimes for days. Sometimes for weeks. Sometimes forever.
Fast writing starts a self-induced competition against time. In National Novel Writing Month the timeline is thirty days. Fifty-thousand words in thirty days. It’s doable. And like I said, it is very creative. Ideas pop into your head. But I admit: the process is dirty. The first revision is primarily concerned with scraping and scrubbing and applying a lot of elbow grease to the words from the first draft. Quite a bit gets scrapped. And then there are the additions. The first draft often hits the high points. The second draft is the time to flesh out the characters, to delve into descriptive paragraphs illustrating the highs and lows of the lives you have created.
My novel was in pretty good shape after the second draft. I did another revision pass and sent it to some honest readers whose opinions I trust. But it is a third installment sequel of a series. I like to think each book in my series should be able to mostly stand on their own. But a lot had happened in the two other books. And like life, the characters’ lives have been affected by those circumstances. So most of my early readers thought it needed more exposition. This is where I am now. It’s not hard to bring in exposition, I crafted a literary device to help, but I also have to tweak here and there to make sure it all fits together.
Revision is hard work; I find it much harder than the fast-written first draft. The only thing harder is marketing. I’ve mentioned marketing before: it kicks most authors in the ass. Yes, me too. I hope to submit this manuscript for publication very soon; I’ll keep you posted.
Speaking of marketing: when I cobbled together a small companion cookbook a couple of years back, I threw together a cover. I liked it okay. I’m no graphic artist. But through time I was more and more unsatisfied with it. Revision is so tedious, one must take a break every now and then (weekend coffee share qualifies!), so I decided to play around with a new cover design. For one thing, my old cover was too wordy. This one is similar but much simpler. I love it. Go check it out!
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Thomas Fenske is an author living in North Carolina. You can check out his current works (including the cookbook) at http://thefensk.com
If we were having coffee today I’d be mumbling something about NaNoWriMo. That’s National Novel Writing Month. Yes, that’s a thing. I would be mumbling because the only way I’ve found to successfully participate is by getting up earlier than I usually do. That will be alleviated somewhat by today’s Daylight Savings time transition.
If we were having coffee today I’d be lamenting the curse of twenty-nine. 
If we were having coffee today, I’d realize I hadn’t seen you in a week so I guess I’d simply have to mention my latest review. It’s a little bit of a redo since I’ve already posted about it but consider this: the review was so good, I think it deserves two posts.

I was just thinking to myself … dang, it’s still January. Is it just me or do November and December seem to fly past and after New Year’s Day, January just creeps along. Maybe it is just anti-climatic or something … after all the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, maybe we just hunker down.
Most of you know I’m from Houston Texas. Suffice it to say, I didn’t grow up with snow. I found an old family picture a while back of a dog standing in the snow in front of my great-grandfather’s house. It wasn’t dated but other similar pictures were from the roaring twenties. I found a site that listed significant snowfalls in Houston. It wasn’t a very long list. I figured it was either December 1925 or January 1926. One of those unusual years where it snowed twice in a short time.
It’s been a while since I shook things up a bit so I decided to change the title of the blog … I liked “A Smidgeon’s Toll” okay as a blog title but it never seemed to catch hold. So for the new year, I guess I’ll try a new one on for size. Scratching The Surface. It more fits what I’m doing with my blog, and with my writing.