Not nail clippings, you weirdo. Your offcuts, your snips, your plodding passages of purply prose, your murdered darlings, everything you excise with a scalpel or an A-bomb from draft to draft. I find I'm starting to put most of what I snip into a file called "tasty offcuts", on the deranged notion that one day I'll salvage something beautiful, maybe finding the perfect opening passage for a novel or a witty bit of banter that will fit into my other story if I just change the character names around.
What do you do? Have you ever been glad you saved something that didn't make the cut five years ago?
What do you do? Have you ever been glad you saved something that didn't make the cut five years ago?