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sometimes you have to step away…and eat chocolate.

Okay, this is writing time.  I am in my writing room.  I was working on my manuscript, but then I finished up the bit that I was working on yesterday and I’ve hit another large tangle.  This chapter is a bit more difficult to handle because I LOVED this chapter in the old draft.  It was one of, if not my very favorite chapter in the book.  But it doesn’t work anymore.  Doesn’t work at all.  The whole purpose this chapter served was to shine more light and understanding on a relationship and situation that no longer exist in this new draft. 

Sigh…

I have to take a breather.  I’m trying to hang on to a little of it, a smidgen.  I’ve cut a total of 6 pages out of a 8 1/2 page chapter.  I’ve got the other two and a half quivering on the chopping block.  I’m hoping I’ll be able to rework maybe a sentence or two, but I’ve got that sinking feeling in my stomach that I won’t. 

Sometimes, writing sucks. 

Anyway, I dealt with it by flinging myself from my desk, tearing into the kitchen and cutting in half and eating 6 halves of the fancy Thomas Haas Chocolates that we just picked up.  (I wanted to just eat them all.  Waistline be dammed.  Cram them into my despairing mouth, but I didn’t want my husband to miss out on any of the fancy flavors.  And since these are relatively new chocolates for us, I don’t know which ones he’s going to like the best.)  I am in such a desperate state with the loss of this beautifully written chapter that I would have eaten all of them if I wasn’t so fond of old Donalah.

And now here I am.  Taking a short breather.  Calming myself down to do what needs to be done.  Breath in.  Breath out.  Relax. 

Okay.  I’m off.  Back to the writing.  Wish me luck.  I’m going to need it.