I had mixed feelings about this because I already felt I had a good idea that my draft disintegrated into a hodge-podge of random scenes in the third act. This was solidly upheld in the shrunken three-act process. It was useful in some ways, but I wanted it to be more useful.
I wanted an epiphany.
I wanted a miracle.
I wanted the secret to fixing a novel.
Logically, I know there isn't a magic pill that will solve my novel's problems, but it doesn't stop me from searching. I want to know something I don't already know.
So this is the next thing I did with my shrunken novel.
|Okay. I didn't shrink it this small. Image: Kit on Flickr|