Why is this so difficult?
When is all the stuff in our heads going to flow effortlessly on the pages?
James and I are currently working on two projects regarding our dystopian world of City-State: an anthology and a trilogy. Everything connects to one another, so the drafting process is not only imperative, it is VITAL to our literature.
The other week, James said, “Hey, we are going to rewrite the entire first book from one character’s perspective” (the previous version of the novel jumped vivaciously from character to character – and I thought it was pretty cool).
But he is right.
I responded, “Really? Rewrite the entire book?”
“Yes, we have to. The novel is a mess.”
And so begins the writing process from another starting point. But this starting point is the right one.