Yesterday, I rewrote (*shudder*) the entire opening scene for Chapter Three of Fay Grimmer, completely, from scratch. And it came to 1,964 words. Today, however, I have to begin trying to "edit" (retrofit, revise, whatever) the rest of the chapter – the original text of the chapter – attempting to save it, so I won't have to toss out ~8,000 existing words. Assuming the rest of Chapter Three can be saved, I've reached roughly the halfway mark in this stupid book.
- Current Mood:
hate my way - Current Music:Vangelis, "Blush Response"
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This is also a good, serious sign that you still care. Keep caring about the words you get out, whichever way you have to get them out. You've made a career out of caring. You can do it.
(Neil Gaiman could say this, but more inspiringly and with fewer words.)
And hope the book's not a masochist enjoying it.
Fuck, I hope not.
This is also a good, serious sign that you still care. Keep caring about the words you get out, whichever way you have to get them out.
It's not the words. It's certainly not the book. It's my career.