Kill your darlings.
School ended on Thursday and I have been working non-stop on my book. I send it to my reader on the seventh well before I leave to London on the 19th. So far I have had two sessions where I wanted to punch someone as I copy and pasted three different sections that did not fit. I printed out the novel at 250 pages and proceeded to hand correct them which is better than me tape recording them. Who tape records any way? The weekend was spent on my bed correcting and cutting away. Worst part? Killing my darlings.
Most words are so dear to me and I researched things for hours. But they had to go. How did I murder them? Quickly and mourning them for a few seconds. It is true how attached you get to your creations. Each one is precious to me. Tomorrow I have to do more slicing and dicing. Say a quick prayer for my darlings.