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Scrap? Scrap?? NEVER scrap.I'm staring at my 'finished' 177,000 word manuscript, thinking it's all probably crap and wondering if I have it in me to rewrite. Again. And where I'd start. Is it normal to love what you're writing while you're writing it and then think maybe it's crap when you're finally done? If I ignore it long enough do you think maybe it will rewrite itself? Suddenly become the book everyone on earth wants to read? Ugh. To scrap or not to scrap, that is the question.
Now you've got me doing it. You'd think it'd be easy, wouldn't you? But no, damned if I can think of the name of the movie — Travolta was in it — but I can't remember what he was doing. Uh . . . uh . . . OH yeah. Some guys killed his wife. He was after 'em, and he got 'em. One scene sticks in my mind. Where the cops ask him about his marriage, and he gives them a What!You-gotta-be-kidding-you-stupid-eff look. Then says something like, "Are you married?" and the guy says something like, "Once." And Travolta says, "Then you can't know." He so beautifully portrayed the futility of trying to explain such a thing to someone who hasn't experienced it. -- So that was my last movie, but I'm thinking of renting one for tonight. -- Something my husband wouldn't care about seeing, 'cause he's gone, and I want to save the movies he would like so we can watch them together after he gets back.Trying to remember the last movie I watched.
My last one may have been an old cuss movie with Tommy Lee Jones.My free week has begun. I plan to open the WIP momentarily and do something to it. Something productive, something exciting, something awesome. At least stick in a few words.
Scrap? Scrap?? NEVER scrap.
Now you've got me doing it. You'd think it'd be easy, wouldn't you? But no, damned if I can think of the name of the movie — Travolta was in it — but I can't remember what he was doing. Uh . . . uh . . . OH yeah. Some guys killed his wife. He was after 'em, and he got 'em. One scene sticks in my mind. Where the cops ask him about his marriage, and he gives them a What!You-gotta-be-kidding-you-stupid-eff look. Then says something like, "Are you married?" and the guy says something like, "Once." And Travolta says, "Then you can't know." He so beautifully portrayed the futility of trying to explain such a thing to someone who hasn't experienced it. -- So that was my last movie, but I'm thinking of renting one for tonight. -- Something my husband wouldn't care about seeing, 'cause he's gone, and I want to save the movies he would like so we can watch them together after he gets back.
Yeah, well whenever I get into a thrill-a-minute pace, I find myself longing for a little boredom. Can't win.. . . What a thrill-a-minute life I lead...
Hand-feeding a 2-day-old kitten.