So, then: this latest story.
I was going great guns and was up to 4400 words. Then I took a look at what I'd written and realised 2000 of those words had to go. This was nothing to do with killing darlings, just the realisation that the first 2500 words worked and the rest didn't - the central scene was terminally dull and had to go, either to be rewritten or replaced.
I'm currently trying to work out how to proceed. The ideas are there in my head but not quite coalescing into a direction that clicks with me. Nil Desperandum.
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