Friday, February 12, 2010

I is for Iron, R is for Revisions. Nary the two shall meet?


I hate to iron. Let me count the ways. Pants, shirts, dresses, skirts, underwear….Underwear? Yes, I’ve heard people iron their underwear. Don’t worry, I’m not one of them. I know, TMI, but how many writers do you know that haven’t exposed a piece of themselves for the betterment of a story? So this morning, with a lack of any pressed work clothes, I had to drag out the monster iron that always seems to do more damage than good if I wanted to wear something presentable.

Did I mention I hate to iron?

So once I cleared off the hideous ironing board that contained every wrinkled pair of work pants and tops I own—I’m still waiting for someone to create fashionable clothing that never wrinkles no matter how long it’s left in the dryer—I got down the dirty task of ironing.

I really, really, really hate to iron. Can I possibly say that enough?

Okay, the first pair of pants is on the board. I get the squirt bottle out because I’ve discovered it’s easier to get the deep wrinkles out while the pants are wet. Too bad this tactic doesn’t work on the face. I’m grouchily pressing away on the first leg. Top side done. Yes. Flip over. Rats. Several deep creases down the back. Grab water bottle. Wet clothes. Press the living daylights out of back side of leg. Flip over. ACK! More creases on front side. There is now more steam coming out of my ears than the pants. I really hate to iron.

Which brings me to revisions. Very few writers I know can spout out a virtually clean, coherent manuscript the first time around. So what does that mean? Revisions. Revisions remind me of ironing—although I actually like to revise. You smooth out a wrinkle here, and create another wrinkle somewhere else. You change something in one scene; you need to make sure you’ve made the corresponding changes in the rest of the manuscript. No one said it would be easy. Eventually though, you will have creaseless pants and a well polished manuscript.

I tend to agonize over certain things, and it takes me a lot longer to make sure the final product is ready to go out the door. So in the time it would take a normal person to go through the entire pile, I’ve successfully pressed one pair of pants—if you don’t look too closely—and a shirt. Now is not the time to discuss the fact that I spilled coffee on my brand spanking new ironed pants today that will now have to meet Mr. Washer and Mr. Iron instead of Mrs. Hanger before they grace my feminine curves again. I really hate to iron, but throw all the revisions you want my way.
Because in the end, I finally sold that manuscript!

My first Steeple Hill Love Inspired, On Wings of Love, is on the shelves as you read this.

5 comments:

Tina Dee Books said...

Yay, Kim!

BTW, I love ironing (I love/hate revising).

Email me, would love to interview you or one of your characters on my blog The Homestead Heart.

Can't wait to read your book.

tina[at]tinadeebooks[dot]com

And, I have a new romance network, I hope you'll think about joining and putting up a page there for readers to see your book cover.

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Kim Watters said...

Tina. LOL When can I bring my laundry over? I'll check out your site. Thanks for making me aware of it. Have a great day.

Leann said...

Kim, you have a point. Ironing and revisions. Both are something you have to do.

Of course, both my parents were in the Army and we ironed everything. Underwear. Sheets, pillowcases. Thankfully not towels.

When I got married, some things fell by the wayside. But my hubby was Army, too.

Kim Watters said...

Thanks for stopping by Leann. Wow. That's a lot of ironing. I'd let some things slide, too. Of course I'm sure your hubby knows how to iron.:)

Caroline Storer said...

Congratulations Kim on your debut book. Caroline x