To all the writers who "brag" (whine, really) about having to whittle your work down from around 150,000+ words, I kind of want to cut you with my ax (if I had an ax; if I could even lift an ax. Fine, a spoon.) I struggled and struggled to make it to 50,000 words with my novel and that was by the skin of my teeth. And though I'm stepping away from the first draft of my novel before the "revising, revising, infinitum," I still worry over how I'll keep it at 50,000 or build the word count to a greater number.
I really am terrified to go back to the story. Not just the word count, but making it not crap, as all good first drafts are. That it will never be more, never be better, never be....I don't know. Not great necessarily, but "something." Reading editing helps -- books and articles -- does dispel some of the fear.
I am thankful for the fear because without it, I wouldn't know what peace feels like. It's a figurative sword fight me and this fear and this novel. Really a grand adventure.
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