I thought this pre-resolution chapter was all set for a second draft, but upon review it was off the rails. Zero tension. Zero conflict. No one grows. You just wait.What I have to do is made my heroine's dark night of the soul even darker. I hate that part.
So, I hacked it. Well, I kept half, so it got a hemicorporectomy. But, that meant I have to pull about 3,000 words out of the ether again. I'm doing it, but it now the chapter has an alternating structure: it starts with draft two quality, then there's some draft one, draft two, draft one, and so on, and good LORD my first drafts are awful.
And since it's half miserable and half acceptable all I want to do is improve the acceptable stuff, given the choice. Polishing the turds: more fun than producing the turds. And the turds are the darkest turds. (I have not used that word ever before in this blog, so I am making up for lost time.)
I'm making myself come up with one sentence a day. On with it, then.