It's Friday and I should be posting again, but I'm actually not. I'm writing. REAL writing. The kind I never got around to at SCBWI. Not blog posts. Except for this short excuse. I didn't even shower today. How's that for dedication?
And I realized that I've been postponing novel-writing all summer because rewriting an old draft hurts. Ouch. You've got to wrench out all the beautiful sentences that you really loved and stick them in a file to maybe use later, even though you know you won't, to make place for less beautiful ones that work better for the story. It's sad. And I don't like to do it. But it's necessary. And I've been doing it all week. I feel like I'm bleeding, you know?
But at least I have the right to call myself a writer today.
And I realized that I've been postponing novel-writing all summer because rewriting an old draft hurts. Ouch. You've got to wrench out all the beautiful sentences that you really loved and stick them in a file to maybe use later, even though you know you won't, to make place for less beautiful ones that work better for the story. It's sad. And I don't like to do it. But it's necessary. And I've been doing it all week. I feel like I'm bleeding, you know?
But at least I have the right to call myself a writer today.
The cutting sucks. I hate murdering my darlings. I'm so glad to know I'm not the only one who saves them, even if they never see the light.
ReplyDeleteAt least you have beautiful sentences to get rid of. Way to be productive. I think I shall take your advice, and not blog for awhile.
ReplyDeleteI didn't say anyone else thinks they're beautiful. I'm just more vain than you are.
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