It never gets any easier. Changing a chapter. I always thought that once you have done is so many times you won’t get the anxiety attack that comes with re-working a chapter.
On one summers day in 2014, I got this brainwave of an idea to write a prologue to start the novel off on the right footing and to bring all these characters into it without ever saying any of their names. Pure briliance!
It then occurred to me today, after plainly ignoring the prologue because I loved it so much and didn’t want to end up deleting it, I went back to it. It was obvious, after many many changes to the rest of the story and to the characters, my beloved prologue had to go.
I reworked a new prologue that blends better with the story that I have, but I don’t think it’s ever going to have the same feel of the first prologue. The one that came in a mad wave of pure creative genius.
I just killed the one chapter I loved the most and need to figure out how to love this new one the same way. This weekend is going to spent trying to get to know this new prologue and hopefully by Monday loving it in the same way as the old one.
This writing business isn’t easy on the heart.