The time has come. The time for serious story surgery.
I’m looking at a chapter from much later on in my work, one that hasn’t seen daylight since the first editing run-through of the original write. While most of my book has been brought up to date with all the gradual re-writes, this one remains relatively untouched.
It’s set in a different place (jungle, villages and stuff) and the characters present have all long since had their heads and limbs and namecards sliced off and stitched back onto different people…
Sure, the mission behind the scenes are the same:
1. Bust into the joint. 2. Scope out some spare parts for the crashed ship.
Everything else is different.
The way I figure it, I can try to save the few gleaming words in this soup that, like croutons and bacon, are just calling out for me to save them.
Or, I can hack off the whole thing like the crusted sweater on a homeless guy. Better to let the rain wash everything away, and start afresh. And now that you’re all shiny, here’s a new coat, future D.R.
So that’s where I’m heading tomorrow. I’ll copy paste things into another file before I rev up the bone-saw, but basically it’s total re-write time for this chapter. After all, during editing we’re meant to cut and hack what was it, ten percent of the word count as a minimum?
Hey story, come get some *revving chainsaw sounds*