This week I did something I thought I'd never do.
I took 38,000 words and put them to the side.
I opened up a brand new file and started again.
Same characters, same theme of grief, healing, and finding yourself separate from your parents.
Originally I had it set in suburban Maryland.
Now the setting is split between suburban Georgia and Costa Rica.
Why, you might ask, would you throw away 38,000 perfectly fine words?
Because of this.
Words Are Cheap.
Yep, I can write new ones and with a clearer direction, they'll hopefully end up how they're supposed to, weaving and knitting and drawing a story that not only has pretty language, but tells a tale.
What about you? Have you ever taken a sharp detour while writing and had to park the car, get out a map, and start over again? Did you bemoan the loss of the roads left behind?
Talk to me!