Personally, I didn’t think I was working very hard as I reached down to tug at a bit of creeping buttercup. This kind of weeding is something I do without much effort. If I’m wandering through the yard with a coffee cup or camera in hand and discover an errant fern peeking through where it doesn’t belong, or chickweed growing in the gravel path, it only takes a second to stoop and pluck it out. That’s so much easier than ignoring the weeds for several weeks and then labouring for hours at a time to remove them all.
I’m really not a busy bee by nature. I suppose if I loved weeding it wouldn’t matter one way or the other but, truth is, after the initial spring cleanup I just want to enjoy the sight of a tidy flowerbed, not live in it.
And maybe if I had the same attitude about manuscript revisions I wouldn’t still be immersed in this rip-it-apart-and-fix-everything-yet-again process. I’d be tweaking, pulling out the odd weak verb and enjoying the accomplishment of another finished novel. As it is, I’m still wandering through a waist-high weed field.
How do you tackle revisions? Is it one major endeavour or a series of unending tweaks and tugs?