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I’m working on the fourth book in a series I’ve entitled, “Rising Tide.” I discovered that by the time you’ve reached this deep into a particular work and previous books have been published, idiosyncrasies begin to surface.
Now, it’s important to mention that most of these quirky little problems bother no one but me and, in my mind, should be corrected to maintain continuity throughout the series. Of course, it’s almost impossible to do. I mean, how many publishers are going to re-release a book because the author believes changing two sentences will enhance the series by leaps and bounds?
That being a rhetorical question, I’ll continue on to the “stuff” portion of this post, which answers the question, “why?” When an author wants to change stuff in the novels earlier in the series, it could be because of continuity or to a lesser degree, related to his eccentricities. This is just a nice way of saying he has OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder.)
This also could simply be a case where the author wants his readers to stand in awe at his ability to look into the future as he pens his first novel of the series. The reader would say something on the order of “how could he have known the incident in the fourth book would coincide with the incident in the first book and be reinforced by the incident carryover between the second and third books?.… Wow!”
This brings about another possibility. Perhaps your publisher requests that you rewrite portions of your first novel in order to revamp the entire series. If you’ve never played golf, this is referred to as a Mulligan, a term that means, “second chance.” Now, as I mull over the last paragraph I can’t help but remember my days spent on the links…
You’d think there’d be nothing more relaxing than enjoying a warm sunny day in a lush green setting among beautiful scenery with a group of friends. Well, let me tell you, there’s nothing further from the truth. I am firmly convinced that the game of golf was conceived for the sole purpose of the downfall of mankind. It can be the most maddening, frustrating, serial killer developing sport ever devised. You’re competing against no one but yourself. If half of you is really good and the other half really bad, you have the makings of an internal conflict to begin with. This so-called game will cause you to throw metal clubs, beat inanimate objects with metal clubs and bend or break these weapons of mass destruction over your knee.You will utter words (from the same mouth you kiss your mother) that you didn’t realize were in your vocabulary. Then after a relaxing five hours of bad behavior and high blood pressure, you schedule a time to do it all over again.
I don’t know what makes us do the things we do. I’ll let you figure it out. Right now I need a couple Valium and someplace to stretch out. If the good Lord’s willing and the creek don’t rise, I’ll be talkin atcha next week.
Ever consider stepping outside of your comfort zone as far as your writing is concerned? I enjoy sneaking in little tidbits of sideways information; a lot of which end up in my blog. I’ve always ascribed to the saying, “a bad day on the golf course is better than a good day at work.” The more I think about this popular saying; the more I must question my blind following of this bastion of golfdom.
Your initial cost to participate in the sport of golf could run into the thousands, taking into account, equipment, attire and lessons.
Your initial cost to participate in work, “a signed check made out to you.”
In the game of golf, be it a good or bad day, there’s those pesky green and cart fees.
In the world of work, there are no fees, only “a signed check made out to you.”
You’re actually playing a round of golf now. Being a bad day on the golf course, you avoid the fairway in favor of the woods, water, tall grass and goose turds.
Back at work, you‘re taking a break and still drawing, “a signed check made out to you.”
On hole twelve, you’ve just lost your ninth ball. Wrap club around ball washer. No matter; couldn’t hit the driver anyway. Blood pressure up 30 points; one step closer to stroke.
Sure must be a good day at work; you just got a raise and a promotion. Wadda ya know, there’s “a signed check made out to you” only, this time, there are more zeros.
Seek shelter under tree during thunderstorm.
Back at work, you’re worried about friend playing golf in thunderstorm.
Price per round of golf now inflated due to $8000 funeral.
Condolences fly around office along with new mandate–play golf; get fired.
Next day, sell clubs, take up whack-a-mole.