I think I'm finally finished with what Dave Farland calls the "triage" phase of my novel revisions.
You know, the part where you assess what drastic measures you need to save your story's life. The big stuff.
Adding, chopping, sewing things together.
Bloody. Painful. Satisfying.
Now, onto the "shotgun" phase, where I shoot it all to pieces again. Why are Dave's metaphors so messy? I wipe my hands on my pants, hope the casualties aren't too great, and move on.
Only six more phases to go.
You know, the part where you assess what drastic measures you need to save your story's life. The big stuff.
Adding, chopping, sewing things together.
Bloody. Painful. Satisfying.
Now, onto the "shotgun" phase, where I shoot it all to pieces again. Why are Dave's metaphors so messy? I wipe my hands on my pants, hope the casualties aren't too great, and move on.
Only six more phases to go.
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