Editing- Puzzle Pieces

My daughter Adara will spend hours working on puzzles. At a young age she outgrew the board puzzles and wanted to do the “grown-up” ones. She would start on one side and I would start on the other. As we worked towards the middle with just a handful of pieces left, I would notice something was off.

I’d lean down over the floor, scan the puzzle, and find the problem. The problem was that she would put together pieces that looked like they fit. The colors were close and the shapes looked like they should fit, so naturally she would force them together and move on her way. 

I would show her where the colors were slightly off, or where there was the tiniest crack between the pieces, and explain that it didn’t quite fit. When I mentioned we would have to redo it, that little girl could throw the biggest fit!

The pieces HAD to fit together. She didn’t want to redo it. It would take too long… The excuses over a puzzle, oh my!

She always came around though, and to see the joy on her face and the sense of accomplishment when she placed that very last puzzle piece was priceless.

Editing is scanning the pieces of your novel for those little cracks. It’s looking for those small inconsistencies, the colors that don’t match, the pieces that don’t fit, and painstakingly pulling the words, paragraphs, and chapters apart so that you can make it better.

 As I go through my own novel I find myself finding a lot of those little slivers and cracks. I’ve forced pieces together and I’m like my six-year old at the beginning of a tantrum, “No, they do fit! They do! They have to!”

 It’s a difficult thing go back and tear apart the thing you’ve lovingly created. Hours of work and now you have to pull pieces out, rotate them around, and put them back together again. It’s enough to make anyone throw a fit!

I have moments in my novel that I love. They make me smile, pull at my heart, and make me feel good.  I want them to fit so badly, but I have to come to the terms that they are inconsistent, they just don’t fit. It’s heartbreaking.

When I want to force it together and declare that it works, I remind myself of my daughter and her puzzles. Others will see those mismatched pieces and know that something is off.

I don’t want to puzzle (ha!) my readers with my novel, but I want them to enjoy a beautiful piece of work! That means setting my fits aside and buckling down to tear it apart. I don’t want the final result will be a few pieces short of what it could have been, but want the sense of accomplishment that everything fits exactly as it should.