A couple of posts ago, I announced plans to murder my darling. Well, today's the day.
Last words before I press delete:
Oh, my darling. She's an exciting, heart-stopping chapter--a caving expedition gone wrong--ripe with action, danger, snappy dialogue, and likeable characters struggling to survive. Unfortunately, the chapter's no longer appropriate. Not given the current draft.
Eight months ago (while completing my creative thesis), the scene made sense. Six months ago, none of my work sounded right in the light of the news about E's new aneurysm; so, I wasn't about to do anything rash. Three months ago, my muse knew the scene no longer worked, but I wasn't ready to sacrifice it.
Today, I'm ready. Dead darling walking.