|Disgusted Kitty is Disgusted|
A snag. From a book I had thought was finished. From a book I was certain just needed some minor tweaking and rearranging. Ya right.
I set the pile of stuff down again and mumbled to myself. At which point, the Hubs asked what I said because he thought I was talking to him. (It's okay, we do that to each other all the time.) I don't remember exactly what I said, but it was something along the lines of 'hit a snag that's okay fix it later'.
I meant it when I said it, but this morning it's still sitting over there all snaggy and gross, practically shouting how lame that particular passage is and shrieking 'how could you have tried to send this out on query?'
And now I'm avoiding it like a case of explosive diarrhea.
Unfortunately, we all know that the best way to feel better is to just let it happen, get it all out and things will start flowing normally again. (Ummm, yeah, that was kinda disgusting of me, but it works as an analogy, so just go with it.) Still, knowing this on a logical level and actually wanting to go through the pain and torture of dealing with it are two different things.
And this scene - that I once thought was pretty good - it's the lamest interaction between MC and Protag that I've ever read, let alone ever written. (and I've written some pretty lame stuff in my early drafts - trust me)
So, once I hit the nicotine and the caffeine again, I'm going to slip on my headphones, crank up my Pandora and get this damn thing whipped into shape. Wish me luck.
*M go BLUE! And btw, thank you Miami!