Today I cut over 3000 words. Ouch. It would hurt more if it had been good stuff that just didn’t fit, but it was pretty much crap. I also relearned that if none of the changes I make to a bad sentence improve it, I probably don’t need the sentence. The good side to this is that I now have a tighter, tenser manuscript with more action. I think I only have 3 more chapters to go before I have a complete rough draft — shooting for the end of the month for that. Then all the parts that are just skin and bones need to receive some nourishment. This is not at all the book I expected to write when I started out; they never are. But I think I mostly like it. Tomorrow, on the other hand, I might find it drivel.
