My story is made of thousands of words. All jumbled. Too many are the same. Nothing stands out. When I look at it all at once, nothing is in focus. Everything looks flat, unoriginal.
I take a step back, try some distance. Let it breathe. Now I see some beauty, a few gems. Things to keep. But still…it’s crazy unorganized, needs focus.
I have to sort through, eliminate the unnecessary, find the central image, the core of the story. Less is more.
I change my perspective, try to see things from a different point of view. Maybe there’s something I’m not getting, something new inside the chaos.
Yes. I found it. It was there all along.