Did the weekend refresh me? Not a bit. I did another chapter yesterday. It was okay.
But when I didn't want to get out of bed today, I knew it wasn't okay.
I talked to a writing friend who said maybe I should chuck this and start over with a new plot. I almost sank to the floor thinking about this. My friend made some suggestions for going about this new plot attack. They were good. And I decided that's what I'd do.
While I got dressed I thought about it. I have five and a half months to my deadline. Doing some research now and starting over in about a week or so seemed impossible.
So when I came to my desk I decided to give this plot one more shot from a different angle. I just finished writing chapter 1 for the third time.
I think I've gotten myself out of even more corners. But is it interesting this way? I don't know. Is it fun writing it? No. But, hey, where is it written that I should have fun doing this?
My trusty reader will take a pass at this new chapter this afternoon. And if it's okay I'll start rewriting chapter 2 tomorrow for the third time.
I'm aware that I might rewrite five or six more chapters and come to the same conclusion I came to this morining. Dump it. And if that happens I'll start a new book with four months until deadline. Yes, I know they give you leeway, but not that much. And I like to make deadlines. I always have.
I've never wanted to know who did it more than I do now.