If you've been following my blog for a while, you know I've spent the last several months trying to pare down a 150,000 word masterpiece to a more acceptable/marketable 90,000-100,000 words, while re-writing the POV to remove all instances of the dreaded "omni" (which was pretty much every scene). Well, there's editing and there's hacking and somewhere along the way I crossed the line. So after a very good (if painful) critique and a lot of soul searching, I've decided to start over.
In many ways, this is a good thing. I've made some structural changes I think will improve the story. I've stripped out a couple story lines and characters (saved for another time and place) which will make keeping the word count in line much easier. And I think the POV will be a lot cleaner if I'm not trying to force the changes into already written scenes. Plus, I have the advantage of all the great tips and advice I've been picking up from everyone's blogs for the past six months.
Of course, it hurts a bit, too. To go from working on your query letter to having nothing to query about is hard. It's discouraging. It stinks.
But it's not the hardest part. It's that Word Count. Starting at zero. I've got all my ideas in place. I know my characters. I know where they're going and where they'll be at the end (if not exactly how they're going to get there). I've made bunches of notes. And I've opened up that brand new document - word count zero.
And I've closed it again.
I guess I've been working on this puppy for so long I can't get past that blank screen. It's just not happening.
Can you help me out here? I think I need a nice blogger friends kick in the butt to get me started. Brother (Sister), can you spare a boot?
My current word count: 0
I'm currently enjoying: Lion in the Valley by Elizabeth Peters
Groaner of the Day: It seems that an elephant got too close to all the baby ducks the circus had brought in for Easter, and accidentally inhaled a bunch of them. The poor elephant was choking on them and no one could help. (Ever tried doing the Heimlich on a pachyderm?) Finally the trainer goosed him -- and the elephant blew out a whole trunk full of downy feathers.
Yep! That's what he gets for snorting quack.