I’m thoroughly disgusted with myself. I thought I could do what was so clearly impossible for me to accomplish, at least at this point and probably forever. Authors who like complexity and are proficient at what they do can combine two stories, the main one and a subplot, into one book. Of course, the minor story plays a major role in how the main story turns out, but it is a story by itself nonetheless.
Who was I to think I could pull off something similar as a novice? I was way beyond being full of myself, and was headed straight for thinking I was sitting on the left side of God while Christ sits on the right side.
This weekend I finally came to my senses, or maybe it was the spirit of the universe that hit me in the head saying, “Stop being so asinine!” In this process of coming back down to earth, I have cut approximately 2000 words out of my writing project.
Let me tell you, this wasn’t an easy thing to do. I kept wanting to try rearranging instead. However, I knew in my heart, cutting Lacy’s tribulations out was the best thing to do for the story and my peace of mind.
Last night I did sleep better after taking a migraine formula Tylenol and a P.M. Tylenol. I slept nine hours. It was wonderful, and so beneficial. I woke up refreshed and was quickly into doing my weekly laundry chore.