I sat down this morning for a lovely writing spree. I had my tea, notebook, pen, adorable cream and sugar set, and fresh 7am enthusiasm. Everything was going swimmingly. I just needed to tweak a few things in my original manuscript before I could move onto the next scene.
Halfway through the huge mug of Earl Grey, I realized that tweaking might not be enough. I charted all of the scenes, wrote big ugly ‘X’s over seven of them, and CHOP!
The axe fell. Twenty pages fell dead on the stubby beige carpet. Black ink pooled under the crumpled leaves.
The sacrifice was necessary, but now I have to re-edit everything before I can move forward with confidence. Sigh.