I realized a couple of days ago that I had an anniversary of sorts coming up. Tomorrow will be one month since I finished my novel for NaNoWriMo. That’s when I actually finished the story, as opposed to when I crossed the 50,000 word mark.
The approach of the anniversary of completing the first draft means that I’ve kept my promise to myself — not to look at it for 30 days after finishing it — and now I can take a look at it and decide whether it’s suitable for revising or ready for the recycling bin. I’m leaning towards the latter. While I haven’t looked at it in 30 days, I have been making notes for the first revision; stuff like getting my main character a new job, introducing a more significant antagonist, introducing a love interest, bringing a couple of marginal character more fully into the story, and ratcheting up the political overtones a bit.
Yesterday, I took the printed copy of the first draft out of the drawer it’s been in for the last month. I also unearthed a book about revising fiction, which I bought back when I was in college. Today, I realized I didn’t have a red pen (I want to do my initial corrections and revisions on paper), so I bought one. Tonight when Parker goes to bed, I’ll probably open up the draft and start reading. I may read it through without making any edits the first time. Then I’ll probably plunge in, red pen in hand. I don’t know if it’ll ever see the light of day, but I’d at least like it to be as good as I can make it.
I can’t say what’s going to come of it, but it’ll be interesting to see what I have by the ime NaNoEdMo rolls around.