I’m starting to think this is a December 4th tradition, and I’m not sure I like it.
Let me explain. On this day last year, I had just finished the first draft of Bound (not called that at the time) the day before. On this day last year, I woke up and decided to see if I could rework the first half the way I needed to before stuffing it in a drawer to be edited later. I’d ended up making a major change to the plot halfway through, so I knew this was coming before I’d finished the draft. Sadly, what I discovered was that I actually need to burn the whole novel to the ground and start over again. I did. It only stung a little, and I learned in the process.
Today I was a single section away from finishing my outline of Unmasked, then sticking it in the drawer to be reviewed/revised later. Is anyone else seeing a pattern here? No? Let me continue then. I was rereading some of the earlier sections to add in something I’d thought of and noticed I wasn’t happy with it. It has some flaws, a few of which are striking me as more serious with every passing minute. Now, I could try to just revise a bit, to work in some extra stuff and try to correct what’s not living up to my personal expectations. But, from past experience (see this time last year), I’m not going to do that. No, sometimes you just need a can of gasoline and a lighter.
Pardon me for a minute. *Fwoosh* There, that’s better.
No, Cayle won’t mind. He wasn’t entirely happy with the old outline either. So I’m starting over. I’ve done the first section again. It’s better than the old first section. Again, I learn, I grow.
That said, I’m hoping this really won’t become my December 4th tradition. It’s not fun staring at all those words before watching the flames eat them. (No, honest, I didn’t burn my laptop literally. Geez, what kind of psycho pyromaniac do you take me for?)
And now to move forward, to make this story what it wants to be. The first book of a new project is always the hardest. *headdesk*