Grrrrrrr…. So a couple of weeks ago I outlined the book. And then, this week and last, I began working off the new outline. I felt sprightly. I felt good.
On Monday, though, a niggling feeling of doubt began to creep in. Something wasn’t right. I was taking a big chunk of material, and trying to jam it into the beginning half of the novel. I felt good about the first half of the novel…it’s the second half that needs work, but in my head and in my outline, I needed to jam this stuff into the first half so that I could get the second half to work.
The jamming–it didn’t work. So 10 days later, here I am, sinful and sorrowful. Starting a new outline…