So I’m hip deep in rewrite land right now which, for anyone who knows anything about writing, is not a fun place to be. Especially since my rewrites involve a massive restructuring of the plot. Yippie.

It’s for the best, I know it is. And I’m really excited about the new direction I’m going with. But, god, so much work. So many, many words to just delete because they don’t fit anymore. Or, if not delete, then find some way to reconfigure them so that they do fit in with all the new stuff I’m writing and blaharg. So not fun. But so essential to putting out something that people actually want to read and will get emotionally invested in and, hopefully, love enough to tell their friends about. Because that’s the end game, right? To please your readers. So it’s worth it to spends hours and hours and hours thinking about the best way to improve what you’ve written and then more hours and hours and hours actually doing that improving bit.

Thankfully, I’m lucky enough to have an amazing cheerleader on my side, my good friend Becky, who is willing to listen to me whine work things out.  She’s seriously such a life saver.  And not just because she thinks every word I write is gold.  *grins*

No really, every time I talk to her I feel my book improving.  She helps me work through what needs to happen and what babies I have to kill and isn’t afraid to give me squint eyes and redirect me when I go off into left field.  So yeah.  If you out there, person reading this, ever end up reading my novella after it’s published, you had best send a thought of thanks in Becky’s direction.  Because it would have been one big, festering pile of plot fail without her intervention.

Even if her intervention does mean even more rewrites.