The book I'm working on just isn't coming together. The story isn't moving. I made small changes, but that just threw things even further out of whack.
So I just ripped two very long (for me) scenes, about 6,000 words, out of the early sections.
So now there's this gaping wound in the narrative that I have to sew up before the book can go forward. It's not an insurmountable problem. I think I know how to do it. It'll make the book leaner and faster-paced.
But instead of being half finished, it's now more like 1/3.
Damn it.
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That means your book now has enough room for a dynamic new character. She should be small with red hair, and a foul temper. The main character could have biological yearnings for her, as all men do. She sadly dies in a suicide bomber attack on Free Bird and Angus' love shack.
Come on, send me the book, I'll finish the rest for you.
Okay, but I'm not splitting the advance.
1/3 of something good is better than 1/2 of something not-as-good.
And...
"The first draft of anything is shit"
and
"Writing is rewriting"
and
"Honk if you love Jesus"
and all those other bumper sticker psychology up-with-people inspirational phrases we use to pretend to get our butts in gear, when really all it would take is a cold beer, a warm woman, and expensive socks.
Can't say enough about how writing is directly tied to the comfort of our socks.
Get with the program, Rhoades.
I'm a Southerner, I don't wear socks in the summer.
You mean my look of bright white socks and flip-flops is no good?
Aw, crap.
This writing thing is a hard, hard mother.
Man, do I feel your anguish. Someday, over a couple of bottles of Lone Star beer, I'll tell you all about the half-finished novels I had to abandon during the pat year...
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