I woke up this morning not wanting to write.
Actually, it's an editing day -- Whose Hearts are Mountains won't edit itself. But I am not, as they say, feeling the love.
It might be that the 50k/10 days binge edit of Gaia's Hands has taken a lot out of me. It could be because it's a week and a half till Thanksgiving Break and I'm on break already. It could be because I'm discouraged from the latest rejections. It could be because I'm not sure why I want to get published at the moment.
At any rate, I'm staring at the draft thinking, "How do I fix this?" This meaning one of the big flaws of the first half of the book (having fixed the other two) which is pacing.
I was told there was not enough of import happening in the first half, despite the fact that she gets shot at, rammed into, kidnapped, and exposed to a virus. And has flashbacks from being captured by a paramilitary group. You can see why I'm bewildered.
I HAVE to work on it tonight, because I'm having a NaNo Come Write Me space at the Board Game Cafe. So maybe I wait till then.
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