Wednesday, September 19, 2007

something rewritten this way comes

No language stands still.—Chicago Manual of Style

By the end of last week, my draft stood at 26,631 words—roughly a fourth of the book. ...And then on Monday, I lopped off a few thousand words—over two chapters!—and am rewriting yet again. I feel like this goes against all the writing advice I’ve received: aren’t you supposed to press on, get to the end, and then turn around and rework it?

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