That which does not kill me...

Sorry for the late post today. For whatever reason, I'm occasionally expected to be social and this is the day people have available, so , you know... sacrifices. 

On topic, though, I'd like to talk a little about where I'm going with everything. I'm looking at my word count and trying to figure out what's going to have to go. I'm saddened that I'm going to cut some fun scenes, but, in much the way I rewrote scenes for the opening and like them better, I know that I can save these cut scenes and use them for later works. I'll have to swap some characters around and change a few circumstances, but otherwise, I'm confident that I won't lose the scenes. I'll just have to put them in storage for a little while.

If there's anything that makes me feel better about all this editing and word cutting, it's the idea that it's not only helping this novel look better, but it's helping write my next novel. So many things just can't fit into this story, but they're still good. Yes. That's it. This is my story. Is broken, but still good.

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Seriously though, I'm over the depression from yesterday and realizing that everything that can't fit in this story is only going to make the next one that much cooler. It's liberating, I suppose. 

Have any of you had to deal with something like this? Have you had to cut something really good, but were okay because it only made things better? Let me know.

Oh, and don't forget to be awesome!