Editing is the soul sucking part of writing. Having to cut sections can be excruciating. As the writer, all sections are our babies. We wrote it for a reason. Maybe in the end the story doesn’t need that section, but there is still a desire to share with the world.
Those first cuts are painful, and often lead to blurry vision:
Then time passes and the writer becomes removed from the story. Those little darlings are now pesky toddlers. The sections present themselves as they are: not needed. Now the eyes stay dry as the writer highlights, deletes, and breathes a sigh of relief! (Please note, I end up with about twenty versions of the same story, so while the section is deleted in the newest version, it still lives somewhere on my laptop, more than likely in several different locations. Public Service Announcement for writers: please don’t delete without backing up!)
I’ve been on a deleting frenzy for Choice and Consequence, and rightfully so, this novel is bloated. About 10,000 words have met my axe, and more flagged to go.
The end result will be a tight story. And I must admit, it’s damn fun to cut when the second stage comes around. I’m itching for more to give the axe to!