So you've probably all been watching the 'snow-mageddon' that hit the Eastern Seaboard (and other areas) over the weekend. We missed that one. Well, sort of. Instead of snow-mageddon we just got five inches. Just. Ha! Yesterday, though, another batch hit us dropping eight more inches. That's thirteen inches of snow in a little less than five days..and a little too much for my comfort. I love snow, don't get me wrong, I'm just ready for a little non-blinding sunshine. A full day with no snow shoveling or snow blowing.
I've been feeling the same way about the new manuscript. I love my characters, but I've gotten a little too bogged down in 1) their pasts and 2) the external conflict and neglected the essential romance of, well, romance. Falling in love. Falling in lust.
The problem is that I know where I've gone wrong, but I've fallen so much in love with my characters that I don't want to cut out the stuff that's weighing down the manuscript. I love the quirks that my heroine is showing, I love the annoyance my hero has for his family. I love their shared history and all the snarky comments that brings forward..and I'm having fun working on a manuscript with just a hint of suspense. But I'm at chapter five and nothing has happened. Other than snarky comments and annoyance over the past.
I'm off to the cutting room floor.