Alright, I’m calling it a break. After an entire week of sewing and sawing things together (by that, I mean words, because I’m not good at anything else), I am going to take five, or well, ten minutes of a breather and collect my thoughts. So far, in my December revision, I ended up with 92,000 words, which was PHENOMENAL, because I have never strewn out the story in such a way that I’d be saying so much. However, since agents would be too icky to take on such a length, I’ve rolled up my sleeves and prepared my feelings for the next step: chopping at least 5k off.
Easy? Nope. Other than it hurts to plan which of these parts I need to take off (it turns out to be the first two chapters HAHAHAHA WHAT TO DO), I’ll need to do some adjusting again. But I had to do it. I had to make this little baby of mine work.
So, yesterday evening, I started on cutting the front edges, tear them into tiny pieces, and fit them in the rest of the chapters. What fun! This was also me while sobbing a little because I loved a slow beginning, and the new chapter where I started was too much IN YOUR FACE. But, ever since before, I knew there was no better way to start than in the middle, when things started happening, when the heroine is completely boggled up that she does something weird and crazy and unusual. And there we go.
(Please excuse me, I’m always rambling about this story and I have never shared my story because, like my boys, I loved secrets. Also, I do think it is silly to the core)
The good news is: things are starting to make better sense. I mean, with the current 87k word count, I could not expound, but I can see myself cutting off emotionally-stressing parts (my MC has anxiety) so the readers won’t get tired of reading. Or maybe I’ll cut other parts. I don’t know. I’ve got a lot of time until spring next year. But still, it’s getting better.
I’m getting better.
In the last week, I’ve drafted a few poems, and I might be making a poetry manuscript real soon, because poetry is like a serenade minus the notes, and you know me. I love songs. Songs just don’t love me.
I forgot to write about this but last Sunday, I’ve been pulled to do an impromptu P&W in, well, 5 minutes OF COURSE WE HAVE TO DELIVER. I missed it. More than that, I missed the team.