Versionitis

Have you ever written so many version of a letter or an email that you later forget which version you finalized to send out?

That’s what I’m feeling now in the middle of my revision process with Echoes. When I read some passages, I remember them differently. In almost all cases, I like the current version better (the latest final version), but my brain has latched onto a previous iteration and sees that as the way it is.

I suddenly wondered today if I’m ever doing a reading, whether a fan will ask me a question that I’ll give the wrong answer.

Fan: Why didn’t Connor just tell Dorian where to stick it when she gave that order?
Me: Well, since he was starting to have feelings for her by that point, he was conflicted between how he saw her when they were alone and how she acted in public.

**Crickets chirp**
Fan: Connor had feelings for her??
Me: Oh, well, he did at one point. First few drafts, actually. Then I realized that subplot had no where to go, so I took it out.

**More crickets**
Fan: So... in the version I’m holding in my hand, why did he...
Me: Don’t remember. Next question.

Anyway. I haven’t blogged much lately and figured I’d share my little moments of insanity. :)


Recent News

July, 22 2010

Echoes of Truth is revised and polished. I'm ready to start querying agents, the next step in seeing this novel published. In the meantime, work on the Condotierre is underway. I'm as excited to start this new book as I am to have finished my last.

September, 2 2008

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While reading The Fellowship of the Ring at the age of twelve, Stuart A. Etter was told by his teacher that he should be reading shorter books. Undaunted, he finished the trilogy and promptly moved on to other novels ranging from fantasy/sci-fi to historical fiction to horror to thrillers.

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