Good Feelings About a Lot of DeletingPosted by dhoffman on February 18th, 2010
I wouldn’t want to guess or — even worse — go and count to learn how much I wrote and threw out the last couple days.
I know I deleted a good 3,000 words from the start of Chapter Six, and that I really had to crunch to sort out just what it was I was trying to do with this chapter.
Still don’t have it completely figured out, but what I have now seems to be working. Well, it was working until I started getting punchy and nodding off in my chair.
Hopefully I can keep my head together and I’ll polish off Chapter Six tomorrow . . . today . . . whatever. I may have said this before, but I don’t consider “today” to be “tomorrow” until you go to sleep for the night. And no, nodding off in your chair while working does not count as going to sleep for the night.
About a thousand words richer, and let’s not think about what it took to get there. Good feeling, when you’re in the zone after fighting so hard to get there. Good feeling, when you finally catch it and you’ve been watching it slip through your fingers again and again over a course of hours and not days.
Good feelings, really.