Day 152 of #ayearofwriting
and I started this draft with just over 10,000 words, probably in the whole life of the story I have generated around 30,000 words, and I am halfway through this draft an I am down to 5,604 words. I am ruthless. That is part of being a writer, or wanting to be a writer, to keep focused on what the story is and what it isn’t. A story is not a shopping list that you deviate from, it is not an impulse purchase in the latter stages of drafting and editing. It is not wandering around a supermarket picking things off the shelves because they’re on offer. It is often heartbreaking, cruel and brutal as ideas are cut to the bone, paragraphs are chucked out (but there’s no baby with the bath water by this point) and every word is questioned. Some stories deserve this treatment and so does Saul. Yes, he does come from The Tin Grasshopper but this story needs to stand alone, so all reference to that story is buried in the subtext and sound of his voice, it needs to stand alone for a reader. These stories may bookmark the two ends of his life but this is not a novel, these are short stories and may never be printed together. So I am ruthless and make old Saul stand on his own without the aid of his teenage self.