I thought I should let you know, I set my manuscript on fire.
Metaphorically speaking, of course. And with great content
(sarcastically) I am reporting that the current flames are snapping high and the air is growing heavy with 80,000+ words that haven’t had the pleasure of being read, yet. And yes, I’m talking about the novel that I had written for NaNoWriMo 2013 and edited for Camp NaNoWriMo 2014. That wonderful, crazed beast that I had tamed and taught and excitedly whispered about through grazed breaths.
However now, the reason it is metaphorically blazing is due to the very short answer of it being wrong. Deficient, chaotic… hollow. Whatever the terms are it just doesn’t feel ‘right’ to me. It doesn’t have the enchantment and attachment I would like it to have. So it’s on fire. Burning off the mistakes (dramatic, I know), singeing the gap and waiting for the ash to fall. And as my grandmother says; ‘different methods, different outcomes.’ So cheers to a new novel! I’m starting from chapter one, page one and word one. Today! At least now, I know what ‘not’ to do. Sort of.