If you are a writer, author, or simply aspiring to be published, I am sure you have read Stephen King's not-to-be-missed tome "On Writing". A brilliant how-to/personal journey from the master of all scary things, it is the single reason I decided that my little stories could be more than little stories. I decided that a year and a half ago and now I have six published works.
There are so many lessons I took from that book, it's hard to point them out in one post. But there is one tip that I have never forgotten: Kill Your Darlings. Mr. King invites us to write until our pages overflow on the first draft, intending to please only ourselves. Then, put on your critical hat, take out your bloodiest red pen, and prepare to leave wreckage.
This hasn't happened to me in a while, but it did last week. I went on an absolute tear, writing for a hours. I thought I had this amazing concept for a story and literally SPILLED words onto the laptop. They couldn't get out of me fast enough and I barely stopped to breathe during the immersion. Then, exhausted, spent, I collapsed into bed.
I woke up the next morning and my first thought was this: the premise didn't work. I crawled out of bed and regarded the laptop hesitantly. The failed story was in there. If I opened it, I had to fix it. I couldn't face it. So i let other things take my attention the remainder of the day and busied my brain away from the story.
And then night came, everyone else went to bed and it was just me and Laptop. Musina was there too and she kept nudging me. She poked and prodded until I flipped open the laptop and knew I had to do it. I had to let my story go. I had to kill my darling.
I re-read it one more time and knew it's time was over. Quickly, before I could lose my nerve, I highlighted the lot, and jammed the delete key. Angrily. It HURTS to kill them. But, I did. And then the most amazing thing happened.....a new idea spattered across my mind. I wrote again, long and obsessed, but this time it was different. I knew I was playing the right notes on my literary piano. I finished a new short story I am proudly calling The Serial Killer's Wife. Spooky, right?