I love writing. I love watching my characters develop until they become so real to me, I almost expect them to walk in the door and say ‘Hi!’ I love writing a scene and sitting back later, astounded, saying ‘where the heck did that come from?’ Because something, some strange twist, just flowed out of your fingers and you have no idea what inspired it because it had never even occurred to you before.
But there is one major downside to writing a scene that you really love, that you nurture and tweak and chuckle over. Occasionally you realize — either a few days or a few months later — that it has to be cut out. It’s an almost visceral pain, like losing a favourite pet.
In revising my draft, I had to do that today. One of my favourite scenes – of Nathaniel waking up to discover the roof leaking right over his bed — has to go. (This is the scene that I refer to in an earlier blog when the day after I wrote it, my own real-life house’s roof sprung a leak, though in the kitchen not the bedroom.) But the scene has to go because I have to be honest – it doesn’t fit in the story anymore.
But I’ll not ‘delete’ the scene, I always copy anything I cut into what I call my ‘snippet’ file. Who knows when I can reuse the scene/idea. But in the meantime … bye-bye to the ‘plink plink’ scene.