Heh, I feel like Brody in Jaws–we’re gonna need a bigger boat. My dear B has one hell of a weasel. Which I don’t get, because her fanfic is one of the best I’ve read anywhere. She doesn’t want to write for a living, and I respect that (apparently it’s really hard to do 😉 )  but she could. I know I’ve read crap that got published that wasn’t half as well-written as she can do, and I think we can agree I know a little about writing.
So. Tonight we went after that damn weasel. I was channeling Eve (took a Psi-Q test online, apparently I’m good at channeling) and B was reluctant but determined, and we hacked at that damn thing. I don’t know if we got anywhere. She’s on draft five now, she yanked a character from the scene she was stumbling over. Now she’s moving forward–but whether it will work or not is still to be seen. Guess I need to remind her and me of Thomas Edison’s wisdom.
“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”
Or maybe not, heh, that right there could be pretty discouraging. Maybe Dottie Walters would be better.
“Failure? I never encountered it. All I ever met were temporary setbacks.”
That one works better. And, of course, there’s always Oscar Wilde for amusement and truth:
“I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.”
*sigh*Â Back to work.