Saturday, August 18, 2012
Well, despite the cat's opinion up there, I am a little relieved. Now. But I had some minor distress Thursday. I came home with teeth gritted and hands balled into fists meaning to get down to serious business. Meaning: edit time on Endways of the Gods. And after hardly an hour of work, was crestfallen.
It was garbage.
And worse, I wasn't able to make it better. I had a vision for what I wanted out of this chapter and I couldn't make it happen. The voice is totally off. The pace is terrible. I knew what I wanted to say, but it kept getting in the way of what needed to happen in the chapter. Things just kept getting worse.
That is the most terrible feeling. I gave up and ate some crackers and cheese. Sometimes, it's all you can do. Then I came home Friday, the bad taste of Thursday's disappointment still in my mouth. Ok, maybe that is the most terrible feeling - when you feel defeated before you even begin. I did some petting of the incessant kitten that is the internet, then sighed, opened the WIP and sighed some more.
Well, I don't know why what was so impossible on Thursday entered the realm of possibility Friday night. It took a really long time to edit, and I went back over it again and again, but I got it there. Well, as 'there' as possible. After about two and a half hours, I had the 6500 word chapter lean and mean at 5500 words and singing.
This morning, I approached the WIP with the same reticence as I did Friday. If Chapter One was that much of a mess, what awaited me in chapters two and three? To my joy, way less suck than the first one. And who doesn't like discovering that?