Yes, I was wrong. Can you please stop beating me now?

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} catch(err) {}I have this bad habit of doing things bass ackwards but I think, no, I know that I’ve finally learned my lesson. This so called final edit of Her Haberdashery has become anything but final and I now know that a May 1st deadline was not only ambitious but completely, utterly, stupidly, impossible.

All through school I completely ignored all that talk about preparation being the most important part of beginning to write anything. I always thought of myself as the sort of writer who has a well organized idea in my head and the talent? or ability? to get it out on paper without writing a single outline. I thought I didn’t need it. In fact, until a few weeks ago, the only time I did an outline was after I’ve lost my way. After I’ve gotten to a point in the story where I had no idea what to do or where to go. And that is exactly what happened a few days ago with Her Haberdashery. I lost my way and I had to come to terms with the fact that it was time to begin at the beginning. And all the while in the background I hear the smug laughter of my main character, Yves Santiago, who shakes her head and mutters under her breathe, “I told you, so. I told you, so.”

So this is an open apology to her. I’m sorry, Yves. I’m sorry for thinking you were wrong about what should be included in your story. I’m sorry that I presented a plot that did not live up to the complexity of your character (though you still managed to shine through anyway). I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you to know who you are and for foolishly believing that because I created you that I knew what was best for you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Now, can you please stop beating me so that I can get this finished and FINALLY get some bloody sleep?

I don’t know when I’m going to finish this thing. I’m hoping it’s before the 21st of this month. I’m supposed to visit a friend of mine in Miami and I know I won’t be able to enjoy myself if Yves is on my back or in my peripheral the whole time. Ay dios, someone light a candle for me. I’ve lost my way.

2 Replies to “Yes, I was wrong. Can you please stop beating me now?”

  1. Consider the candle lit. Maybe you’re in too close to the story, and need to back away. Let it “ferment” just a little, then come back fresh.

    Sometimes works for me when I feel like a story is falling apart.

    Good luck.

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  2. Thanks, Craig.
    I’m thinking the same thing. I’m seriously considering taking a long break from the story until like the first of June or something. If I do that I will have time to focus on my short stories and come back to it with a fresh look.

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