Diary Of An Edit #2

I think the writing thoughts down while I’ll edit thing is actually helping me a little bit… or maybe I just like having another thing to post about, it’s hard to tell. :) Either way here goes another one. Each line is roughly another random thought that popped up while editing.

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Hahaha, it’s procrastination day. I’ve spent more time on FB than here.

This sucks, flows choppy.

Eww, the club scene is coming up. I hate trying to describe the club scene.

This really, really sucks.

Too much telling. Readers aren’t stupid and I don’t need to point out the obvious.

Some progress. It’s like tripping up a hill but I’m still going up.

Bring on the red pen like blood through my passionate words, every line a tear, and the space around the vowels my sweat. Self assured writing is nothing. Hard work gleams if for no other reason than I’ve poured my soul into it with a glitter marker.

Transition sucks. POV sucks. Sucks, sucks, sucks.

Maybe I should take a break.

I’m not feeling the character.

Favorite snippet this round:

Kat didn’t wait for him to finish, snatching the folder from his fingers even as he ushered her none too gently into the vehicle. It smelled like fresh leather, just out of reach from that new car scent, the seat cool against her back. There weren’t any crumbs or sand from past occupants to be found in the carpet, no single candy wrapper or big slurp cup lodged in various corners. The windows unsmudged from fingers that had never been and the arm rests undented from the constant use they never saw.

Most importantly, there were no buttons, gadgets, or handles on her door. Nothing to roll the windows down or pop the locks. Nothing to open the door.

No way out.

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