I'm watching Labyrinth tonight, because of course I am, but this isn't about the majesty of the Goblin King's trousers. What could I possibly say that hasn't been said better by someone else already?
I've made a surprisingly good start on the second draft of Iron and Gold. Reading over the first draft I found I actually quite liked it already. It's not perfect by any means (because what first draft ever is?) but it's worth working on and polishing. And so I set off, tweaking and improving, and for a while I was going great guns. Two chapters a day, clean and tidy, and it was looking like I'd be through it in no time.
And then I hit Chapter Eight.
There's nothing inherently bad about Chapter Eight. It's just that it's the first chapter that needs major work at this point. It's like sprinting off the end of a race track and landing in a bog (with or without Eternal Stench). It's still possible to get where you're going, but it takes a lot more effort. And it's very easy to give up as soon as that happens. It's not really your fault, after all. It's the bog.
But there's only one way to get to the magical city of Complete Second Draft, and that's to slog through the bog until you come out the other side. So that's where I am. Slogging through the bog, knowing there's a good story in here somewhere, taking it one step at a time.
And admiring the majesty of the Goblin King's trousers...
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