So, I was writing again last week. Everything was flying along when
CLUNK
The engine fell out of the plane and landed on my plot.
So to speak.
The plan I had figured out blew up spectacularly in my face, and now I may have to rewrite rewrite (yes, I meant to put two there) the entire damn plot of the first section.
I was already rewriting and now I'll just have to start over. For the fourth time.
Yay?
I am working 40 hours a week right now and am a walking ball of exhausted. This kind of stuff just annoys the everlasting hell out of me. I hate it when things go pear-shaped.
I'm going to have to go drastic on this next rewrite, though, because I think I've exhausted my options as far as what I could have done with it in our world. I think I'm going to start the next one on an island or something (gee, have I been watching Arrow much or anything?)
What happened with this rewrite was that I had too many crises happening on top of one another and it was just crisis, pause, another crisis, pause, CRISIS. It began to feel rushed and messy and that's the last thing I wanted, especially seeing as I don't want to be the one going back and fixing what I broke (again.) The next part has gaps of stuff between the crises, at least.
It's like I have no room to write in that house anymore. I've run out of ideas for keeping Darren in that house, and I'm thinking maybe it's time to let the house go.
Meanwhile, not much else going on with me. Trying to write this thing and make it work for the story is going to be difficult.
Ta,
Bec
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