This week has been a lesson in killing babies. Not literally of course (aHAHAHAHAHA), but in this sense:
In writing, you must kill all your darlings.
- William Faulkner (though some say it was Mark Twain - make your mind up, some!)
Or, as Stephen King puts it:
kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings
The idea is that if there's a part of your writing that you're attached to and the idea of editing it is hard... cut it loose. It is likely in the way somehow.
My first draft is a rag bag of ideas, but, it turns out, some of them aren't half-bad. Not always an entire paragraph, not always an entire sentence even, but sometimes there's something I look back on that's not part of the plan for the secodn draft but too good to ignore.
So copy, paste: and voila. An agonising day of trying to force it into my narrative.
After doing this a couple of times I realised I have to cut my first draft loose. I'll look back on it, but not just yet; first I need to get this draft coherently written and in one piece. Then the transplants can begin.
Word count this week: 9,823 Second draft: 26,901 First draft: 128,661