I had to attend the funeral of good friend yesterday. Though painful, I have to live with the fact that I'm responsible for his death. It became obvious that his demise was necessary. I fought for him time after time, and my wife bit her tongue for the longest time before admitting he should go. It was tough for her to come forward with her feelings because she knew how much he meant to me. When I got the feeling literary agents couldn't get past him either, I reluctantly knew it had to be done.
His name or circumstance doesn't matter. Getting rid of him required a great deal of thought and a measurable amount of reworking but now that he's gone, I'm glad. Truth is, I'm missing him less and less.
Such is the nature of rewriting and examining a manuscript over and over. It's a tedious, sometimes ugly process. Sort of like looking in a full length mirror and recognizing the areas that need work. It's easy to walk away but that doesn't solve anything. You've seen the reality and the question is, what are you going to do about it?
Narrator: Well, today we find our heroes flying along smoothly...
Rocket J. Squirrel: Flying along smoothly?
Bullwinkle J. Moose: You're just looking at the picture sideways!
Bullwinkle J. Moose: That's better.