I spent last weekend ripping apart my plot and my characters, trying to deconstruct the story so far and figure out where it was going wrong. That accomplished very little except to tie me up in a big knot and undermine my self-confidence. By Wednesday I couldn’t deal with my two main characters anymore, and I’ve spent the last three days working on the subplot instead. Fortunately, I love the subplot to pieces. The words have been plentiful and good. I might even have a way back into the main plot. We’ll find out in the morning.
Reminders to self: don’t look down. Just get to the end. Fix it later.
A few weeks ago I glanced at my odometer and thought, “hey, wish that were my word count.” This week, it was. Tonight the mss is up to 68K. That boggles me a little.
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