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.