Editing Fatigue

I don’t have the statistics on this, so I don’t know what the hell I’m writing about. What’s new? many ask. Yeah, thanks.

I believe I have a case of editing fatigue. I’m experiencing these symptoms:

  • General malaise
  • Boredom with my novel
  • A lack of will to keep editing
  • The urge to write something else

My first anxiety upon experiencing that today was that I’d written a boring book. The book could be boring, no doubt. But I believe I suffer more from almost continuous exposure for almost a year. Such exposure can cause malaise and boredom. Even people seeing naked people for a year can become bored with them, if they’re the same naked people.*

I believe that two hundred pages into the editing and revising process has inured me to the novel’s charms. When I began editing, I was excited about it. First, hurrah, a first draft was finished! Second, I saw editing as a chance to shape raw material. Still true, these points, but the chapters I’m editing and revising have been subjected to editing, revising and polishing for several months. That’s part of my process. Naturally, those sections that are older have gone through the process more often.

What do I do about it?

Which is more important, to know and acknowledge a problem, or to do something about it? I assign equality to them. Being blind to the problem, I can’t fix it. If I don’t fix it, the problem will continue.

Of course, in this sense, I don’t see it as a problem to be ‘fixed’ as it is more something that must be endured. Putting it into the context of my life, I have a demonstrated tendency to go through these periods. It helps to know myself.

Knowing myself helps me understand that this is temporary and that I’m not as doomed as the Titanic. It helps me regain balance and momentum, and address the issue from emotional, intellectual and physical aspects.

So the first thing to do….

  • Have some coffee
  • Sit
  • Think
  • Read
  • Write

Being who I am and old enough to understand with some degree of reliability in this matter, I had a cup of coffee, sat down, and thought about what I was thinking. Knowing that I can be trapped in my own thoughts and victimize myself by making it seem worse than it is, I researched the subject, looking for confirmation that I’m not alone, and that I’m not the first to endure this. I also read about what others did to cope with it, looking for anything new and different that might help me.

I don’t specifically find articles on editing fatigue, but on writing fatigue. To broaden thoughts about all this, I read about medical fatigue and material fatigue. It’s striking to me that it’s actually more like material fatigue that I experience. Expanding my thinking, I hunt for articles on burn out.

And then, because I am me, I write about it to help me explore and understand what I think about it.

Others’ Suggestions

Others experiencing this commonly suggest, “Take a break.” Yes, that seems like a logical and natural reaction. That’s what I want to do. But again, being me, I have that whole absurd guilt about taking breaks. Taking a break seems like a violation of the Writing Code — Thou shall write, edit, revise and work continuously until the blooding thing is done, or the Writing Gods shall curse your book — so I struggle with it.

I’m afflicted by this in everything I do. Once I start a project, I want to go until a ceasefire is declared, and I’m given permission to stop. But again, logically and emotionally, through experience, I know that taking a break is beneficial. The benefits include renewed energy and dedication, and often even new insights into what’s going on with myself and the process I’m engaging.

Reading about occupational burn-out provides me more powerful understanding of what I’m enduring. I’d suspected that some of the problems with the editing and revising process versus the creative writing process is that I’m addicted to creative writing. Creative writing engages me in multiple ways, and is rewarding. I can create and enjoy the results.

Editing and revising is more about improving existing material. While I can enjoy the results, there are often pages with few or no changes. No changes, no work engagement, no satisfaction with a job well done.

Is that your final answer?

My final answer is that I will take one or two days off from editing and revising, and instead address other areas of the novel to be, and also take the time to address other languishing areas in my writing career.

I’m not worried about setting a specific amount of time. I know that I’ll return to it. Just giving myself permission to take a break, I feel relief, and can feel my internal stores begin to replenish. I’ll go read for pleasure; as a writer, reading stimulates my writing inclination. I just need to ensure I channel my energy into editing and revising the current N.I.P. and not allow myself to wander into a new project.

So what about you?

Hey writers, do you feel any of these symptoms? How do you cope?

I really want to know.


*Regarding looking at naked people. I’m sure there are some who can gaze upon naked others without break and remain eager for it every minute, hour and day, ad nauseam. I also suspect that the subject of such watching might affect results, along with the age of the naked watcher.

So, your results may vary.


Today’s Bumper Sticker

“Caution: Falling stars ahead.”

Today’s Theme Music

Today’s music constitutes sober reminders of how we affect others, and how deeply others can be hurting, and not fully display it.

“Jeremy,” by Eddie Vedder and Jeff Ament of Pearl Jam, was about a high school sophomore, Jeremy, who committed suicide by putting a gun in his mouth and pulling the trigger in front of his class one day. They based the song on the short newspaper article telling about it.

The video progresses from slower, more abstract ideas about the news, the world, and Jeremy, until Jeremy is shown as the only person in motion as he shouts at others. Meanwhile, Pearl Jam’s music is rising in volume and intensity, until the climax.

Not a fun fact, and a disheartening reminder. But sometimes, reminders are required.

Floofcheck (2)

Floofcheck (2) (Definition): Checking on a human’s location by a feline.

In Use: “Leaving the cats asleep where he found them, he went into the bathroom, and quietly closed the door. Within a few seconds, several cats were at the door, trying to conduct a floofcheck on his location.”


I sing to my cats.

I don’t want to. I feel pressured. They follow me around like they expect something. I give them food. They sniff it and turn away, a definite, non-verbal, “No, that’s not what I want.”

They do like being petted. But if I’m petting one, the others become petty and jealous. They’re like, “Hey, why is he getting petted? Pet me.”

And I tire of petting the cats. It’s hard work stroking bellies and backs, and scratching chins and ears. The cats never want it to end, grabbing my hand if I try to pull away. It’s also hairy work. Or furry work, I guess. I suppose there is a difference between fur and hair.

So, I have a repertoire of songs I sing to them. My current favorite is “I Can’t Get Next to You,” by the Temptations. If you know the lyrics, then let me tell you, I change some verses to make it more relevant to the cats. Like, I sing, “I can change the litter box, just by waving my hands.” I also substitute “cat” for “girl.” So, I sing, “Cat, you’re blowing my mind. Cause I can’t get, next to you.”

One thing I always sing as I hear it in the song is “Chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom. Chick-a-boom, boom, boom.” And I dance to that part.

The cats are leery about it. They watch me with an expression that asks, “What’s wrong with this fool?” Sometimes, they raise a paw in warning. (I call that a pawarning.) They say, “Watch it. Stay back. I have claws, and I’m not afraid to use them.” I can tell you that this statements is true. They’re firm disciplinarians with their claws.

The singing amuses me. The cats don’t find this as amusing as me. Neither does my wife. She says, with dour expressions and deep sighs, “Not this, again.”

Now, since I can’t change the litter box just by waving my hands, I have go do it manually. Because, even though these felines are indoor and outdoor critters, they’re civilized. They only ‘do their business’ inside.

Chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom.

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