Killing My Darlings, For the First Time

I thin kit was Hemmingway that said you had to kill your darlings. I'm murdering the fuckers left and right.

When I first began writing, seriously- not just in a haphazard fashion- I was a 'puterinner', meaning I would continually put words in when I was editing a story. I guess I've evolved some (hopefully), because I'm almost done with this novel and I think I've probably taken close to ten percent of the book out. It doesn't bother me a bit though, because that shit has to go. It didn't help, didn't add anything, probably just confused the reader.

When I wrote this novel, I thought it was shitty. I thought it was disconjointed (probably because it took me nine months to write it), unmoving, and already been done. Editing though, wow, I'm glad there is an editing process. I'm reading it for the first time, and in parts I'm being blown away by the ferocity of it. I just watched a huge fail by Tucker Max (if you're reading this blog, surely you've heard of him and his movie). I don't say that to kick him while he's down, but had literally spent the last year and a half hyping up his movie- calling in the best ever, yadda yadda. I saw it- decent, but definitely not the greatest comedy of the last decade. Now he looks like a fool, a complete and utter fool. I don't want to do that, ever. I don't ever want to hype something to the point of doom (which is what he did, very few things can be as good as he said that movie was). But I am being impressed on a daily basis reading this novel. Will it sell (or is it sale, always fuck those words up) a million copies? I don't know. Does it have the potential to? Yeah, I think it does. I think that when people read this, they won't be able to put it down. Whether that's ten people, or ten million- I guess it doesn't matter, because the book is damn ok.

Yeah, I feel comfortable saying that.