I’ve been plugging away on chunk 48+ for a couple of weeks. It’s been both fun and taxing as all things go.

Today I reached a point of contention, a soured point of contention. A point where I have too many unexplainable happenings that require too much handwavium. I can’t do it. As much as it pains me, the current point I’m at in the story isn’t working. I just opened the document and found where my story started going awry. It was over 6,000 words ago.

Yeah…

I’ve now got to go back to that point and rewrite everything from that point forward.

It makes me kinda want to cry.

I just can’t see it standing on its own two legs. So far, my story has had some fantastical elements to it, but always within the realm of “Huh… and they say the truth is often stranger than fiction.” What I have now, at least the past 6,000 words worth, is plot weak. I have to pick through what I have and restructure it. It may require an entire rewrite, or hopefully just some creative surgical editing, we will see.

As much as I rip into my peer’s stories, I can’t allow myself to overlook something so… wrong.

Ggrrrr…

Okay, that is it for now.

Tootles all

:/

Oh, and suck it Dwight.

I’m already feeling better for telling the truth.