By Nichole Giles
This summer I dumped a 70,000 word novel and started over. I got about 15,000 words in again, and decided to—once again—dump it and start over. Why would I do such a thing and what purpose will it serve?
Both times, I got hung up on the plot. I simply let it get away from me. The truth is I was thinking way, way too big. Not every main character has to save the universe. Sometimes, story can be about just one person, or two. Or a family, or a town. It doesn’t always have to be about the whole world. Ya know?
So. I dumped my months-worth of hard work, simplified by cutting out unnecessary plot lines, and started over, this time, on a much smaller scale. And it’s okay. My plot and characters will thank me for it in the long run, because this time, I’ll be able to finish telling their story, and I’ll do it right.
Have you ever done something like this? And what was bigger, the feeling of dread or the feeling of excitement?