I certainly don’t know so don’t look at me. I’m the clueless one here who is considering chopping and dicing The Hushing Days’ 20 carefully-structured chapters into 30.
That whole “roundtripping the reader” thing I blogged about several days ago is still itching against my authorly skin. Switching scenes from New York to Philadelphia back to New York in a single chapter of Revolutionary War-era romance is worrying me ragged.
So, I’m staring at the scissors hard, looking for ads for machetes in the paper, and contemplating renting a chipper-shredder for the day.
*worries nervously at nails*
What if less is really more? What if 20 donuts are indeed more filling than 30-something donut holes? What if…
Yeah, yeah, you get the picture, I’m sure.
Now, I just need the answer before my chainsaw gets cranking.