I’ve been doing exactly what you’re not supposed to do: going back and reworking things before getting to the end. But it’s okay, I’m a trained professional.
Seriously. Remember that scythe I was talking about before? Well, I went and pulled it out and hacked the first two chapters to pieces and put them back together more powerful than I could imagine. Since then, things have been falling into place nicely, though it’s sometimes taken a bit of teeth gnashing. Now I have less than half the book done again, but I’m feeling worlds better about what I have. There’s a structure I like, and it’s tasting good. I am cautiously optimistic.
“Boss, What’s going on?”
“Where are you?”
“Half a mile up on an updraft, almost over the Ocean-sea. What’s–”
“Stay there for a bit.”
“Boss–”
“Just for a bit.”
I looked around the area again, carefully. I moved around just enough to make sure the spindly trees and weeds weren’t concealing anyone.
“What’s going on, Boss?”
“A fluffy kitten tea party.”
“Boss–”
“Just wait.”
