The in-and-out strikes again. While the good feedback just keeps on coming, it’s hard to smile and yelp “Yes!” when I’ve just realized there are two glaring logical impossibilities on which my plot and ending hinge. You know, not the, “Oh, drop a detail in here” sort of logical impossibilities, but the fully metastasized “This involves godlike levels of telepathy and planets aligning” sort of logical impossibilities. Even more embarrassing is the fact that they’ve been sitting there through almost ten readers.
Um, oops.
So now, my focus is not only working these out, but seeing how they fit into the deep flaws that I already know need to be addressed. I suppose calling this “lucky” would be odd, but it’s sort of a blessing in disguise that the places in which these occur are tied into sections that I need to rewrite because of agent feedback, anyway. They’re forcing me to step back and not only tidy up the ending, but functionally rethink how it’s going to happen.
Of course, it all comes while I am still on the heels of “How on earth do I get any of this to paper?” mode, both because I feel drained of ideas and devoid of ability to turn them into decent words if, for some god-given reason, I actually think of a concept with which to move forward.
My fortune cookie said, “Confidence isn’t something that you get. It’s something that you are.”
M
