Oh, Bugger

Still writing Theodore Lights. I feel like I have rewritten this story hundreds of times already, come up with some terrific scenes, and then have to take them out because they no longer fit. The story has gone from having a little girl as its main character to being about a guy who can't talk to girls. It now has the structure it needs, but damn, I hope I'm not going to have to rewrite it again.

Reading Neil Gaiman's blog has helped. He is writing the Graveyard Book and blogs about having no idea where the story is going, thinking he knows, and then being lost in the dark again. I think I'm at the point now where I think I know what Theodore Lights is about. If only I had an agent and editor behind me, not to mention 2 million blog readers and fourteen published novels under my belt--then maybe I'd have his confidence in the words.

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