Not even the 187,400 some words I gave up on editing, and tossed. Scratch that, start over.
I’m a big girl. I can handle it. I’m not even in mourning. (Yet.)
The words aren’t really gone, of course. I’m just not looking at them. As BJ told me (I’m so glad she’s around to tell me what I ought to know!) I know Eve’s story. I don’t need the old ms to remember it, it was just holding me back. Chopping it up, shoving it into a different POV–just wasn’t working.
So. I tossed, and started at the speed of light, and now have 1,103 words on the new one, completely Mark’s POV, (though the name is changing–Allan, anyone?) and–bom-bom-BOM!!–in the third person. I don’t write like that often. But when my main character is the introspective type, I have to. When I’m writing, I’m a major extrovert. I can write Taro and Eve and Rafe and several others first person, in fact I can’t write Eve any other way, if it’s her POV. But Donte and Mark (Allan? Robin? Grant?)–well, let’s just say you don’t want to be around me if I spend too long in their heads.
And now I’m taking my whole troupe and going to bed. Maybe they’ll shut up for a bit and I can get some sleep. And maybe I’ll spend the next hour turning on the light every two minutes to scribble another note.
Oh wait. I got that light-up pen, I don’t even have to turn the light on. Cool!
Good night, blog world.