So last week I went into how I had scrapped an entire section of my first draft and that it was like a dirigible race. Which makes sense. The first thing I always think of when discussing writing is how to work in more blimp metaphors.
Back when I wrote that, way back on Thursday, it had seemed like I was very much in the midst of things. That my need to generate all new scenes and text would be continuing for a while longer.
Today, after getting my writing in, I took a quick peek forward to see when I might possibly slip back into my old draft. I was shocked to learn that I was maybe a scene or two away from rejoining my first draft.
That means I’m almost done with this crap and back to rewriting. And rewriting, compared to fleshing out brand new scenes, is SOOOO much easier and so much faster.
And that means I’m back to almost being done with this book.
How did that happen?
Granted, I’ve been, “almost done with this book,” for eons now, so I’m going to keep my damned fool mouth shut as far as hard dates go.
However I am tentatively looking forward to getting back to actual rewriting, touching up words and punching up dialog instead of crafting it fresh.
And that makes me happy.