A friend of mine sent me this via text message the other day:
But who’s to say I haven’t?
The biggest problem with letting a book drag out so long like I have with Lie with the Dead is it’s easy to lose touch with it. Too many other things dragged me away from the keyboard this year, and while I had an outline, I started losing track of all the little seeds I planted at the beginning of the book. The direction became a little fuzzier, and execution of certain chapters got hurried and sloppy.
When I finally reconnected and got reacquainted with my characters, I had to go back and revisit a few of those seeds. In some cases I had to do some pruning, but for the most part I had to make sure they sprouted to their intended potential. I knew, then, a couple of chapters had to be rewritten. The book’s already late, and sloppiness and hurried work doesn’t do anyone any favors.
It’s a pain in the ass to delete pages of text at a time and rewrite them from scratch, but sometimes it has to be done.
This is the job.
And the book will be better for it.