It’s never easy. It always stings, but saying “good-bye” is often a necessity in life. Especially when it comes to writers and bad manuscripts.
As my readers know, I’ve been working on the 5th installment of the Gemini Island Shifters series. Hopefully, once done, this new romance will take its place with the others.
I had almost 20,000 words done this past week. I had it plotted, outlined on paper, and well thought out in my head. I had characters, histories, conflicts, all ready to go. I began writing, pleased with the tension and sensual promise between the hero and heroine.
And then, 20,000 words in, I made a startling realization. I hated it. I can’t even tell you why specifically. There was just something about the heroine that felt off, something about the conflicts that seemed false, something, something, something.
I agonized over it for a few days. And when I say agonized, I’m not really exaggerating. I felt a little sick, a little green. And it was all because I knew if I continued, I’d be unhappy with the story and my readers might be disappointed.
Decision time. Do I pitch it and begin from scratch or do I continue, hoping any issues will work themselves out?
It’s extremely hard for a writer to pitch their work. I still have my very first, flawed manuscript, and haven’t been able to get rid of it, despite its clear problems. There’s always the feeling that I might be able to improve it.
Not this one. There was good banter which I’ve been able to salvage, some nice tension which I’ll save. But otherwise, it’s going in the can. I started fresh upon making the decision to scrap it, and wrote 9000 new words the first day. Not bad, huh? The story already feels tighter and stronger, and I know it’ll make for a good read.
Was it hard to throw away “my baby?” A little. Was it necessary? Most definitely.