Pretty much everything I’ve written on Closer to Chaos to this point is going to have to go. The reality of this is sinking is as I proof through Memory of Fire — CTC is not meeting my standards for coherent storytelling; there are things about it that I like, and I may managed to salvage a few scenes, but overall it won’t work.
Which means dumping well over two hundred pages again, and a third restart, and writing like hell over the holidays, and hoping that the third time will, in fact, be the charm.
