Killing the Darlings


I’m in a bind tonight. I’m having to redraft Dream 11 of HARRY, and I’ve reached a point where I can shove a huge chunk of draft 1 (the whole point, really) into draft 2. The trouble is that draft 2 is more ephemeral and draft 1 is much more psychologically invasive. Two very different people narrating. There is much in draft 1 that I want to hang on to, but I think I am going to have to kill all these darlings. All 2318 of them. Drat. I’m going to sleep on it, and see if they’ve found a better ordering in the morning. Something suitable for salvage. Otherwise, it is off to the pulp mill with the lot.

Though this bit, oh man, I do want to save this bit:

(You do understand that oneiric texts, much like thoughts, are never the product of one identity. What I say and what I mean are as fluid as who I am. This is both a clue and a diversion. The Magician points his right hand toward the sky, while pointing at the ground with his left. In order to understand the trick, which hand do you watch?)