Today I axed 5700 words of The Rake. Sure, I mourn the loss, but it was time for them to go. They were words that served no purpose, had no home, or whose allegiance was to the wrong plot. So, actually, I don't feel all that broken up about it. In fact, I feel kind of good. It's not total freedom from the tyranny of crappy writing, because, alas, I know I'll just do more of it. But it's good to know I fought the good fight.

RIP

Although, it's more accurate to say, Rest in The Trash Folder which would be

RITF

Yeah, they should do that. Because now they won't be hanging around my story making me depressed and neurotic. The little buggers. Well, OK, the big buggers. Unless I need them back. In which case, they're good little fragments of former crap.