It happens to every writer.
You pour your soul onto a page, polish the prose, and submit it to your critique partner(s).
Only to discover you’ve done the data dump. Too much backstory had slowed the pacing to a crawl.
I think it is funny/sad that after not really writing for a year, I am back to square one.
The irony is, I had just skimmed ahead in a book because that writer had committed the same cardinal sin, and I was bored senseless.
The good news is that I actually like editing so it is an easy fix to the story and bits of it may be woven in later.
So, here’s to writing and rewriting, and rewriting again.
Until next time.