Okay. Big DEEP breath required.
I’ve been through my words with a scythe. Yes, those 23,036 words – and now they are 8,544 words of my novel.
I couldn’t see where I was going.
I had lots of notes that I couldn’t fathom.
And now I have a view on my path again.
I figure that many of them may come back. I will work from those notes, but they aren’t yet story, so they don’t belong there.
I am attempting to construct something of a plan … this worries me because (though I hate to be typical) I am a woman who has to turn the map up different ways to understand where she is and how to get there.
