What’s Worse than Worse?
Know what’s worse than realising there’ s a really big problem with your novel when you’re more than 20,000 words into it and you need to go back to the start and tear things apart completely?
Not a whole hell of a lot, really.
I was standing in the kitchen about an hour ago, making some iced tea, and it struck me where the problem was. It started on page ten and went to about page 30. Why I couldn’t have had this epiphany last weekend when I had vacation time and could really throw myself into it, is anyone’s guess.
Someone poke me with a stick once in a while and remind me to do things like bathe and eat.
