I told a friend last night about my writing accomplishments over the last few days. I feel I have built myself a strong, firm foundation with these opening scenes upon which to build the rest of the book. And, this morning, I have finished the edit of the last, completed scene. Now all I have is that one, troublesome scene that has been giving me agony for the last week.
In a way, I hate this bad scene. I have a new idea for how to approach it, but I also have several versions of it now and it has become bloated and rambling.
I'll take another shot at plotting it out today during my breaks at work and, maybe, just maybe, I'll do some actual writing on it at lunch.
In a way, I hate this bad scene. I have a new idea for how to approach it, but I also have several versions of it now and it has become bloated and rambling.
I'll take another shot at plotting it out today during my breaks at work and, maybe, just maybe, I'll do some actual writing on it at lunch.