This weekend I finally began the second rewrite of my young adult fantasy/sci-fi blend novel about magic in space *dances happily* and I am so proud of myself. I finished the first draft of #SpaceWitchWIP back in Camp NaNoWriMo last April — but the characters and the world have been with me long before that. I have tried rewriting this book once before, but I kept losing the spark that made this book what it was. The characters seemed duller, the world seemed too dark and depressing (in the worst possible way ever), and the relationships between characters lacked the chemistry they shared in the very first draft. I wasn’t happy. Far from. And I was growing more and more disappointed in myself.

I actually had to force myself to step away and stop torturing myself with a rewrite that was going against every reason why I loved my book. (I think the GIF below summarises my feelings back then…) Stepping away wasn’t a bad thing. It allowed me to begin plotting another book — another young adult book but this time a pure fantasy novel about a ruthless and murderous young woman hellbent on her own salvation. It was different and it allowed me to focus on building another story from the ground up — allowing me to also see where I was going wrong when I was rewriting my fantasy/sci-blend. (Perhaps someday I’ll write this over book…)

Me, when my WIP was literally killing me.

All of February I began passionately planning the second rewrite of the book that has my heart — a book about an angry girl whose also a little monstrous and is struggling with finding her place in the galaxy. I was excited, but also a little nervous. The self-doubt was constantly creeping in, especially towards the end of the month when I knew that my self-imposed deadline for planning was coming up. I wanted to start rewriting on March 1st — and you bet that I started rewriting Friday night! WOOT. WOOT.

I came home from work, did the grocery shopping and had some delicious cookies for dinner (because I am a real adult), and then wrote and wrote and wrote into the late hours of the night.

There were a few stops and starts, but I finally found my groove and I am so happy with the progress that I have made in the past three days. I have completely rewritten my first two chapters (a gruelling process, but definitely a rewarding one) and they actually stay true to the original message that I wanted to portray in my first draft. There are a few minor changes and added scenes that have made these chapters stronger and (in my opinion) way more exciting.

And all this progress adds up to a total of 3,626 words completely rewritten this weekend. GO ME!

This is me now, feeling pretty damn proud of myself.

So, this was my wonderful weekend of writing. How is everyone else going with their books? Are you kicking all the goals that you have set yourself? I’d love to hear all about it!

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