Two books over six months: one a novel, the other a poetry collection.  It’s been interesting to see the difference in the process of editing one vs the other.  I would have thought the experience of the two edits would have been basically the same, but as I ‘ve spent the last week doing final edits on the poetry collection, I’ve realized that the two experiences haven’t felt the same at all.

The process of final edits on a novel is rather daunting. Now, I’m not talking about major revisions here. I’m talking about when you get to the point when the book is done but for minor grammatical and spelling tweaks or fact checks. But even so…..The computer file lands in my inbox and I take a deep gulp, closing my  eyes as I press ‘open.’  There are just so many words.  Each time I’ve had to have a little chat with myself. “God, do I really have to read this whole thing again? The whole thing? Can’t I skim it. Give it a quick once over? Every time I read it I hate it more and more.” But then the question arises, if there is a typo somewhere (which there inevitably will be no matter how many times different readers read it) or a mistake is made in the layout, a section break is missed or an indent left out, how upset will I be?  The answer is always: very upset.  So then I make myself a cup of tea, close the door, sit down and read it all as closely as possible. I find it painful and I admit that I do end up skipping and hopping my way through some sections, but it must be done. When I then get the final okay, I give an exhausted smile and think, thank God I never have to look at that again.

But editing this, my first truly full-length poetry collection (my poetry play Dreams of May had 22 poems, Her Life Collected has over 60) has been….dare I say…fun. Yes, it’s true. It has now gone through 5 “final” edits and I’ve enjoyed each one.  It brings out the geek in me.  I love sitting and deciding whether I’d rather use a hyphen or a comma.  I love discussing the merits of ending a line one word earlier or later.  I love figuring out which poem looks best lying next to which other one and whether to use quotation marks or italics.  Just a few minutes ago I sent what I believe will be the final version to my publisher, but first I said to myself, “Oh go ahead, give it one more read” and I did it happily.  When I pressed “send” I was smiling, but not with relief that it was over. Rather, I was smiling with the excitement of knowing the poems will soon be bound into a book and I’ll soon be reading them out loud at my launch and then at as many readings as I can organize.

I’ve been trying to figure out why this is true and I haven’t come to any conclusions.  It certainly can’t be because one work has been in progress longer than another. A Clash of Innocents took two years to write.  Her Life Collected has been in the works, either on the back burner or front, for much longer than that.  But maybe it has to do with the sustained concentration of focus required in writing a novel whereas I have found poetry to be more like a series of intense bursts of energy.  Not exactly Alien vs Predator, but…..

Have any of you cross-genre types had a similar experience? I wonder.

Now of course this has nothing to do with A vs P, but forgive me, I just couldn’t resist.