I gave myself a pat on the back this morning. And I can tell you, I'm tough to please.
When I stopped writing yesterday, it was because I didn't know where to go next. This morning, I struggled to connive ways to move by character from where I had left her, to where she needed to be. I had written myself into the equivalent of a blind alley.
Since it's not Sci-Fi or fantasy, she couldn't simply pull out a laser and blast her way out, or tap a series of bricks in the right order and enter another dimension. So I went back to the beginning of the scene. All I had wanted, was for her to get out of bed in the morning and ruminate a little about her restless night.
It's hard to cut a scene. After all, it might be the most brilliant thing I ever wrote. But I realized a simple action had taken far too many words to accomplish. Worse, they left me with no where to go.
So I started the scene over. A couple of short sentences put her in the right place. Once there, the rest of the scene flowed fast and smooth. And the best part, a thousand words later, I had also recovered my word count goal.
I saved the cut scene to use later. It's likely, I'll forget where I put it.
Status: 5,678 words, 74,322 to go.
In Memoriam: Janet Reid
1 year ago
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