One thing that makes writers very special is that we find analogies everywhere. The other day I found one in my refrigerator stored in airtight tupperware:
As I cleaned out my fridge and stacked my leftovers on the countertop, my mind naturally turned to my manuscript. (And I don't really take pictures of leftovers, just if it makes for a good blog discussion.) I hate tossing leftovers. I spent time and tears and sweat (well maybe not tears) preparing those meals. But in the end, even the best of leftovers must be sent down the garbage disposal.
I changed the beginning of my novel, and ever since I did this I have known that a few thousand words will have to go. Only I'm not prepared to send them down the garbage disposal yet. Some of the words are so pretty, and plus, it boosts my word count.
However, tonight is the night. I'm going to do it. I have held onto you long enough, and now it's time to say good-bye.