I spent the last 2 days doing pretty much nothing but edit WLP. I’ve been a bitch to be around–working in a basement for 8 hours when the sky is fair in Portland makes me very grumpy.
I think that I’m accomplishing something, though. My analysis of the Gek-Lin/Uncle Charley sections went well. I cut 5 pages and smoothed over some rough edges. I’m also in the process of going through the whole novel and simply cutting out anything that I can get away with cutting. It’s hard since my novel is so rhythmic, but there are sections where I got a little too clever, and I’m finding that I can dig out a clause here and a clause there out of some of my verbose wanderings.
Anyway, I long for the day when I’m recognized as the next Pynchon, and can pretty much write whatever the fuck I want without being harassed. There’s disadvantages to writing that’s accessible, the transparency lulls editors into thinking it’s going to be easy to cut.