I’m working through five pages a day. Up until now, I’ve focused on the trees versus the forest. This is all about the forest.
How does the story fit together? Am I giving away too much in this scene? Not enough? If I were reading, I’d skip this part. Can I cut it?
That’s the idea.
Five pages don’t seem like much. I’ve had to quit thinking like that. So much of the last four years has been spent learning how to do this writing gig. The temptation is to want it fast. There’s nothing fast about it. Every fast thing ultimately has been reworked, but I can feel myself on the down slope. I’m trying not to run.
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