So, for a while now I have been toiling in my mind trying to resuscitate a short story that was butchered and sewn back together into this absolute abomination I could never claim as my own. Seriously, I felt like I took all the advice from people and meshed it into this Frankenstory.
And so, I have been trying to figure out where to go from there. I know the main character, I know the premise, and I know the ending. I just don’t know where to begin from there. It’s sad to say that the first draft was amazing, but it was. What makes it worse is that my teacher at the time had me fix it to this bastard child who lives in the dark crevices of ickdom.
Oh, well, I guess I could just trash the whole thing and start. If only I knew the beginning…