it's halloween. wanna hear something scary?
my manuscript is in pieces.
gasp! eeeek! noooooo!
t'is true. my agent and i discussed a few small changes, and instead i went in with a hacksaw. it's necessary. only, i'm cutting as if i were pruning a plant for the first time. snipping, lobbing off here and there, without knowing what i'm doing or how it will affect it later.
this is a natural step. it all comes back together eventually. it's happened during every other novel i've written. part of it is waiting for that moment of inspiration, the mental glue, to find me. that one sentence while i'm on the bus or taking a walk or even staring at my computer, that leads to that one paragraph, that fills in the plot hole, that fixes everything.
so no worries (she tells herself). it's in there.
in the meantime, share one of your day-in-the-life scary stories with me. because until that inspiration strikes, i need all the distraction i can get my hands on.