Each day feels new, and my memory of the one before is faint. I’m learning to adapt. |
| My story lost its appeal because I made numerous undocumented changes. These overwhelming adjustments turned a good story into a confusing one. This happened because I made too many changes too quickly without managing versions. Combined with my memory issues, it led to chaos. Despite this setback, I still like the story and will start over, almost from the beginning. I will fool myself into saying today is a version 2.0; hell, I don’t remember what I did yesterday anyway. Version 1.0 still exists, so all is not lost. Unfortunately, my writing style before the tumor was a pantser. Now I really need to learn how to be a plotter. Or at least find a middle ground somewhere between. |