Ha - so it looks like I wrote in June of 2009 this:
"So the 'revisions' on my novel, which I amusingly thought would take me two or three months, are so far more like 95 percent rewrites. I can't see finishing this thing before the end of the year. That's okay, I tell myself, the more care I spend on this next draft, the better it will be."
By August I was, supposedly, 1/4 done. Amusingly, I (apparently) thought then that I might finish it in 2010. Is that was I was implying? Not sure. It was so long ago... and I was a different person... Though 95 percent rewriting still seems fairly accurate. I'm 1/3 of the way through it. Maybe?
This is all to say that I'm back in the mines for this particular novel. I gave up working on it shortly after my 2009 post, but a few months ago I had a sudden spark of an idea (at night, of course, which kept me from falling asleep until I wrote it down), a plan whereby I might resurrect "Cuculo" -- the name of the beast -- this beast, anyway -- and starting on January 1st, 2011, I put that plan into effect. Two of the four view point characters were deleted. Sorry, I just wasn't that into you. A third was added. Sorry, entire imaginary culture, for not letting you tell your side of the story in that last draft. Now that you have a voice, though, don't expect to be all that sympathetic any more!
"'I'm afraid that implementing such a request is not within my authority,' said [R.] [S.F.] could tell it was a favorite phrase. This was a man who had honed his lowliness to razor sharpness. A man who loved nothing more that to use his lack of authority as a soft, dry bludgeon, a crumbling fungus."
There's something awful and at the same time wonderful in throwing away 50,000 words you've spent weeks writing. I recommend it to everyone.