If you’re going to fail, it might as well be epic.
I’m still working on the rewrite. I’ve rewritten the first two chapters and now realize I need to rewrite over half the book. I’m learning the Snowflake method, which is awesome, but it’s also eye-opening how much work I still need to do. I have too many scenes where the goal is not clear, there’s nothing at stake, and it’s just downright boring.
For years, I’ve told myself romance doesn’t need disaster at every turn in order to work. Except it does. Impending doom needs to hang over my main character’s head for the entire book. What if he never achieves his main career goal of having one of Hollywood’s top actors on his client list? What if he never finds love and sacrifices his happiness for his career? Worse, what if he opens himself up to another career scandal and has to go begging his stepfather for a job?
I know his fears. I know his goals. Are they stated in the novel? Not so much. I have my work cut out for me.
In the meantime, I’ll be at the day job, writing plans for the Death Star’s thermal exhaust port.