Yesterday, I ended the day with my manuscript being 3 pages shorter than it was the day before. Characters and scenes I had carefully constructed were wiped away with one hit of the delete button, since they no longer fit into the overall story, which, as you know, I have laid out, chapter by chapter.
So today I’m feeling a bit mournful and depleted. Is a tighter, albeit shorter, manuscript progress? I hope so. Will I find other homes, other novels, for those characters and scenes that were left on the cutting room floor? I hope so. Do I really know what I’m doing? Well… you know.
Gotta push myself past this uncertainty and push that “shitbird,” my new favorite phrase courtesy of this short interview with my former professor Martha McPhee, off my shoulder.
But, first, lunch!