As the laborious editing of my 18th novel continues, I have come to regard each of the book’s twenty-odd chapters as characters all their own.
You see, in my mind, final edits should simply be a case of dolling scenes/chapters/etc. up. You know, making them look good for company (i.e. agents, publishers, and the like).
Chapter Fourteen had to rock its hound-dog appearance.
Chapter Eight will be decked out in the finest party duds.
Chapter Nine is sporting a parka and mukluks.
And the Prologue went 18th century Twiggy.
When all these fine “characters” come together, it will hopefully be one heck of a party. A shindig any reader would feel happy to lose a night to.
Bottom line: Do whatever works for you to get the darn book done… even if it means playing a little dress-up.