When you said "Kill your darlings," I know what you meant. The question I pose now is:
What if you have no darlings?
Because right now? I want to go print this whole thing off and light it on fire.
FIRE I SAY!
In case anyone was wondering: My writers block isn't, really. It's more of a quality
block. Things are happening and it's going from Point A to Point B, but it's like puking words onto the screen, at this point. I'm not sure about counting what I've written in the "official" count yet. I should, by the rules, but.
...Eh. Catch it on the rebound, or somethin'.
Also, I was looking at my wedding pictures earlier, because I'd stumbled across the scrapbook feature on LJ and remembered it existed, and that I had put pictures in it at some point. I found the pictures of the giant shitkicker boots that my mother painted ivory to match the dress. She put pearls on them.I wore shitkickers at my wedding.
...That brightened my day considerably.