Thanks everyone - this is soooooo fascinating.
I find first drafts horribly hard work - making something from nothing. It's not that I don't enjoy them, I think, but it's the 'enjoy' of a strenuous (though recreational) climb up a huge mountain. And yet, yes, the sense of exploration is astonishing.
Revisions I find easier, in the sense that it's a series of specific jobs that I can work my way through. And yet already the novel has its boundaries - things it now will never be, roads you won't be going down. (I find that when I'm revising a novel, my notebooks fill up with tasty ideas and scraps that working on the novel has bred, but which it has no space for.) So that in a way revisions - specially the later, nit-picky polish-y line-edit sort - do have a sense of loss of freedom and possibility, for now, at least. This is the creature you've married, and you're stuck with it.
But I realised after I started this thread that I'm not sure I'm often aware of
enjoying it - it's a bit like asking whether I enjoy breathing. It's just something that happens.
Essentially though, when it's going well I love it - when it's going badly I hate it. No matter which bit of the process I'm on. |
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I suppose this is it for me, too.