So one of the current writing projects I’m working on is a revamp of the serial fiction I wrote a while back for Skies of Glass. The story is called ‘To Find a Home’ and for the time being, you are welcome to read it.
I say “time being” because eventually, that story will be taken down. It’s being taken down because like I mentioned, it’s being revamped, re-edited and having more “story” added to it for eventual publication.
This is a good thing, because I like this story and want to see it be displayed to a larger audience. I also like this story because it’s one of the longest pieces (if not the longest) of fiction I’ve written. But since I did it a couple years ago, and my skill has improved since then, when I started to look at what I had written, I couldn’t help but tinker with the sentences. Rewriting many of them. Some expanded, some shortened. As I was doing this though, I realized that I was really changing the original work. It was the same story, but my meddling was making it different based upon my tastes now, as oppose to then.
Is this wrong?
Hell if I know. All I do know is that while doing so, I can’t escape the feeling of being my own personal George Lucas, altering details and bits of my own creation.
It’s an odd sensation.