Much of my energy right now is going into revision: that long slow plod full of detours and backtracking. In the midst of revision, every book seems endless. Even though I write relatively short books.
takes me the longest is deepening the story. Finding and revealing
layers: layers of meaning, layers of emotion. Evoking the third
dimension in each character. Asking why did she do that, and where does this scene happen, and what is he really afraid of.
I haven't yet hit upon a way to find these layers other than through
this slow rereading, this tinkering, this ceaseless questioning. At
least it's absorbing, if not glamorous!