In a manner of speaking. I only managed to write 453 words now that I finally got the chance to sit down by myself and do it, and it’s now after midnight and I don’t think I’m lucid enough to do more.
Basically my hero just reacted to finding out the heroine left town behind his back. We knew this because we went with her, so we’ve been watching him go along his merry way to see her and waiting for the BAM! Poor Matt.
Well, things didn’t go so well for Alex, so she’ll be back. I don’t like to keep them apart for long–they end up talking to themselves. It annoys me. So yeah, bringing her back tomorrow and I’m not putting them together yet, so I’m not sure how it’s going to go. This is the last bit of darning for this hole and I want to match up to the chunk I’ve already written that comes after.
Because, Lord knows I don’t want to change anything.
Ugh, I keep hearing this from PBW in my head:
If you find you’re reluctant to change even a single word in your story, you’re either 1) the best damn writer in the world or 2) you’ve fallen in love with your manuscript. Chances are it’s #2 and it’s paralyzed your internal editor, who doesn’t want to get between you and your sweetheart.
What does Darcy say? “You don’t know how those words have haunted me”? Something like that.
Please note: It is late. I am punchy and not particularly serious about not wanting to change anything, k?