I had a perfectly good book and I've decided to rewrite it. Faerylander.
I feel like I've piled a ten foot pile of shit on my front porch, for no good reason.
Nothing to do but pinch my nose and dig in.
I told Linda the new plot and she started nodding halfway through and said, "Much better."
I know it is, but damn.
Anyway, I don't really know how easy or hard this is going to be. It's a bit like writing from an outline, which I've rarely done but when it happens, I do find it easier to power through.
(I don't outline because that isn't how I discover the story.)
I think I'm just going to write fresh chapters whenever possible. I'm a better writer now than I was 4 years ago. Some of the early stuff seems clunky to me now.
I know this is the right decision, but I can't help but wonder if the pile of shit is going to topple over on me and bury me.
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