Scrapping a beginning

For the first time in a long time I scrapped a beginning to a novel. A prologue and two chapters. Forty-six pages. Ugh!

I felt like I had to do it because everything was moving too slowly. It was laborious.

Again, the characters took me by the hand and led me in the proper direction that produced 114 pages in one sitting. In fact, I could not put word to page fast enough.

Funny how these things turn out. If I had struggled along with the original story line would I have eventually gotten back on the right track? I’m not sure. That’ s why I scrapped it and listened to my muse and went down an entirely new path.

Sometimes you have to be open to change.

Editing until you’re crazy

In the midst of editing a recent manuscript I had a continuity problem that led me back to my previous manuscript for some fact checking and that drew me into a bout of editing that story that pushed me into changing a plot line.

By the time I plodded through all of that I’d forgotten what I was after in the new manuscript!

I’d pull my hair out but I don’t have much to spare. Perhaps if I kept notes or made an outline, but for me that erodes spontaneity and I like to wander around in my writing.