No need to be sorry.
I'm going to cut most of what was in six and move the parts I need into other places. The good part of this is that I'm going to reconnect to my rough draft very soon now. The first 16,000 words of the rough draft pretty much got thrown away.
I am not a hack. I can finish this book. I am not a hack. I can finish this book.
Oh dear. I think I am broken.
Allyson is not a hack. She can finish this book.
Far from a hack, Allyson. You can finish that book. Do you need a reader? I can be late getting back to you, too!
I am a hack AND broken.
I win?
I finished revised chapter 6 . . . and fail. I had to dump the whole thing. Try again tonight.
I do hope that by "dump the whole thing" you mean, "copied it into a file labeled 'Deleted scenes/chapters' and saved it because you never know when it can come in HANDY."
::ahem::
I may be a bit testy about these things.
And dammit, I'm not a hack-- publishing's just stupid.
I do hope that by "dump the whole thing" you mean, "copied it into a file labeled 'Deleted scenes/chapters' and saved it because you never know when it can come in HANDY."
Probably not a bad idea, but I'm pretty sure this won't come in handy. The chapter turned into a pile of things that have to happen and stuff that needs to get conveyed with some stilted dialogue and clunky narrative to paste it together. It turned out icky. I tried to spice it up by moving another event forward, but it fell flat. I'm going to chop it up, redistribute, and flush the paste.
Dude, save EVERYTHING. I'm serious.
Have to rip out the co-author's chapters and start from scratch. They just didn't cut it. I have no idea how to tell him this, but I figured out what to do, and need to get it done. I've been able to really strengthen the backbone, give the hero a crystal clear objective, and now I'm at the part where I just need to expand two chapters, cut the three that blow, fold in his way home, and get him there.
I just feel shaken. These are the never-ending edits, and every time I read through a chapter for the umpteenth time, the crappier it reads to me.
And I think, "I wrote this crap?"
And i did. I wrote this crap.