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Murdered darlings

I've known intellectually what it means to "murder your darlings", that is to cut precious sections of your writing when they don't add value to the story.  I haven't had to cut sections of my writing that I've felt fondly towards until recently.  It's hard!  It's painful!  I didn't want to chop it, but it didn't belong.  It was intended for another story with a different tone and perhaps a different writer.  It lent itself towards fiction.  It was fun and imaginative!  It needed to go.

I couldn't bare to "Ctrl X" it and have it forever gone, banished as though it had never born, so I gave it a new home.  I created a new Writing sub-folder and named it, "Murdered Darlings".  In it I "Ctrl V'd" so that it didn't have to end on a "Ctrl X."  There it lives happily waiting for a new story to be a part of, but if a new story isn't meant to be, it is content as long as I come to visit every once in a while.

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