So, I'm in revisions hell. As I said on my own blog, a revisions hell is a hell of your own making--literally. And, for once, in the correct sense of that term.
I am trapped by own characters, who force me to endlessly (or so it feels) change the minutiae of their lives just because books are supposed to make SENSE.*
All of this left me thinking, how do I best encapsulate the hell which is Revisions Hell, without doing all that much work as I am, indeed, in Revisions Hell? And that's when I remembered Jib Jab--God's gift to those of us who have revisions to do.
So here is "my" interpretation of Revisions Hell. I put "my" in quotations, as it's mostly created by Jib Jab, who used Shelley's Frankenstein, anyway.
And Frankenstein is perfect, of course, as a metaphor for the artist's relationship to his or her creation. Not least because that book IS a metaphor for the artist's relationship to his or her creation. I know that, because I taught those words to second year students at the University of Edinburgh for at least three years.
Trust me, folks. I'm a doctor!
And here is "my" version of a metaphor for something or other. Ahhhhh, postmodernity. How I love thee.
*In reality I'm mostly smoothing out the love story arc,
which means writing nookie. So yeah, a lot of this complaining is just