Why? Why is this happening to me? you ask. And you stare at all those words that you wrote; highlight them. You hit it the delete button. The page is as empty as your heart.
Okay, really, it's not all that dramatic. But I think the reason I may be not-so-interested in my manuscript right now is because around 3,000-4,000 words ago, I took a wrong turn in the plot. The last chapter, chapter and a half, feel blah to me. Everything before that point, I am pretty happy with. I could show it to people without any shame. But this latest part feels...contrived. So I think I must go back, cut it, and try again. This is unfortunate, as obviously, I won't be hitting my deadline. Still, it is better to realize the error sooner rather than later. It would be wrong to press on blindly. I must have the heart to delete, and delete liberally.
I must thank Lady Glamis for reminding me to map out the ending, for it may have saved that very thing. It's time to go back to the drawing board and figure out something suitable for the novel's conclusion. This is a delicate period! I won't rush it.
I finished the drama, and the ending ticked me off and made me realize my ending may well tick other people off if I don't do it right. See? Everything relates back to writing.
Also, Weronika gave me this wonderful award, but it will have to wait until the next post, when I can list who I will pass it on to. And think of seven facts about myself.