Saturday, May 5, 2012
I've munched on a piece of humble pie all week. Each time I looked down to take another bite it was bigger and I laughed at myself and shook my head. It came in the form of a book, loaned by a friend, a writing guide. It was everything I had forgotten and stuff I never knew. Biology was safe, writing is not.
My best friend is my delete button and I've chopped huge sections of a story. I've cringed repeatedly and aligned myself with the harsh edit. I scrapped everything and started something new. I returned to the original. I've been busy with the unecessary.