Edit. Edit. Edit. What? Oh... I didn't catch that when I was writing. Better fix. Wait... now that means...
Yeah, this is nothing new, but that's what I'm doing today. I'm addressing some of the tinier details, you know, like, how many cars does the St. Renard's Parish have? On the bright side, the word count is finally starting to drop down. I cut over a thousand words today! Granted, I'm still working toward a deficit I created by writing new material, but still, a thousand words cut in one day is nothing to sneeze at.
I don't think I appreciated the amount of tiny details that going into a decent novel when I started writing The Paladin. Now that I'm trying to cut, I have to be careful what's taken out and what's left in. I have to be careful what I add and what I change. It's kind of like taking a jigsaw puzzle and removing half the pieces, then replacing them with pieces from similar, but different puzzles. If I don't do it write, it's going to be obvious what comes from what version. I don't want to end up with a puzzle of a duck who's beak is from a puzzle of a balloon. Things are going to look weird.
And I think that's my awkward metaphor for the night. I hope you enjoyed it.
Keep your eyes open for my debut novel, The Paladin.