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but it looked fine the previous 4 drafts…

another example in today’s typing/revising of how clear it is when i’m not actually tuned to the characters or the story. it’s very hard to pull my ego out of the writing process, sometimes.* i get blinded by my own perceptions of what should or shouldn’t happen in the story. while these ideas are often good in themselves, they do not properly or adequately serve the current story.

today’s example revolved around kelly’s reaction to an increasingly un-subtle experience. when i wrote the scene where it moves from questionable to unavoidable, i envisioned a particular scene and reaction. the trouble is, that wasn’t kelly’s reaction. as i was working on it today, i realized some clues i apparently left behind to tell myself this wasn’t the case**

why did it take so long? how could i miss something so obvious?

i’d like to say i don’t really know, but that’s not true. it’s because of the process i’ve been using, i think. for one, i’ve been rushing this a bit, mainly to see how quickly i can do something like this. this isn’t a good way of doing it, for me. it’s my first desire, but it’s not the best method. in addition, i’ve been less than steady with the revisions. i will do bunches at a time, then be away from it for too long. losing the flow like this makes these kinds of oversights more likely.

well, okay, so now we know. we’re still learning at all this, right?***

* sometimes?

** at one point she picks up an ice scraper to take care of her windshield, but the ice scraper and the frost-covered windshield are utterly forgotten in the ensuing content. somehow, this ice scraper line has survived all the previous drafts. thankfully, i finally truly noticed it.

*** on the other hand, all this might be willful self-deception, ignoring the potential fact that i may be way, way, way over-analyzing everything and it’s all fine as it is. wait. me? over-analyze? naaahhh….

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