That’s the problem with starting your book again, again, again.
If you look at my sidebar with a magnifying glass, you will almost see the orange (barely) one pixel wide of the missing 750 words. I know that isn’t too many words to be worrying about – there could’ve been two more noughts on the end but they were my words and when it’s pretty much all I’ve done, it’s a bit of a bummer. They weren’t the opening paragraph; they were a few pages in because I couldn’t think how to start it.
And then, just the other night, lying in bed, there in my head were my two opening lines. So now, I quite like to find the 750 that go somewhere after it.
3 comments:
I love those times when these perfect sentences just appear in your mind like they've always been there...amazing.
Good luck with finding the 750 words!
You'll find them!! You'll have put them somewhere very sensible and will probably stumble upon them when looking for something completely different!!
C x
Oh dear, I'm always starting new files too because I don't want to lose them *just in case*. I finally developed a naming system so I could sort out which file was which, though I still occasionally get confused...hope you find them soon, and yay for the two opening sentences. The opening is the hardest part (besides the closing).
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