I was sitting in my pajamas throwing out 54 pages and never going back to it again. I had this on the iPod and cutting, slashing, moving around all the useless bs in my story, starting over again, throwing away any hint of sentimentality and loving every minute of it when all of a sudden.....
And if I keep having these lightning strikes changing everything again and again I'm never going to actually finish this thing.
In the meantime I am happily (gag, spit) playing a minor part in somebody else's play and pretty much I think by next Thursday or something I won't care about other people's shit at all.
I want every page of the work to exhaust the reader. Non stop. Cut the frills. That's real hard. But it's getting there.