(I am at least reasonably confident that this won't happen with Newsflesh, since it starts with rip-roaring zombie adventure, or with Chasing St. Margaret, which starts with...um...Indian food. And I'm pretty sure taking off the first chapter of Upon A Star would cause the rest of the book to stop making any sort of linear sense. So it's probably safe.)
I find this part of the process insanely annoying -- I had a perfectly good front porch on this house! I was just getting used to it! -- but also deeply gratifying, because I have yet to build a new porch that isn't substantially better than the old porch. Plus, it gives me the excuse to really go to town with the chainsaw, and I always love that.
(Editing viciously and with little concern for life or limb, machete. Editing carefully, with surgical care and precision, scalpel. Editing in a way that leaves women weeping, strong men sick to their stomachs, and entire chapters broken and bleeding on the road to editorial perfection, chainsaw. I don't get to use the chainsaw very often. It is not an instrument for small adjustments. The chainsaw does not forgive authorial weakness. The chainsaw does not care. I love the chainsaw.)
I should be finished with the new porch by the end of today, and I'm just sort of amazed, because it's so very clearly a better porch, and it's so very clearly the porch we needed, and yet? I really thought the old porch was the right one.
It's a funny old game, writing.
June 12 2008, 16:55:49 UTC 9 years ago
Let's Go!
June 14 2008, 14:14:08 UTC 9 years ago
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June 14 2008, 14:14:23 UTC 9 years ago