Word Slaughter

This week I murdered close to three thousand useless words from my current novel (they begged me not to as they clung to the pages for dear life). I ignored the little buggers and with a quick stab at the delete key, cut them all. What did I end up with, you ask? Two unneeded chapters gone and the novel beginning where it should have from the start–in the middle of action. 

Good morning, I trust you all have had your first cup of coffee . . . I’m on my third. I was going to start out my Friday morning blog by saying what kind of coffee I was drinking, but alas, I don’t think I will. Mainly, because my hubby purchased something I would describe as . . . well, not my usual brand, and I have to admit, I’m a coffee snob. So as I take yet another sip of sludge coffee, I’m thinking about my writing week.

Where does your novel start? With a long, annoying description of everything down to your protagonist’s undies that only you and your mother can appreciate? I have a habit of falling in love with the words I put together. I want to invite them for coffee, give them a scone, and hang out with them for a time. It’s only when they become a drag, chasing agents away and boring my beta readers, that I end our relationship. After all, words are only words . . . Use them wisely. 

When one word can do the job of two words, use it. When there are strings of words in the way of where your story should really start, get rid of them. That’s it. Slurp!

P.S. I have to add creamer to half the cup to enjoy this coffee.

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