I thought, I really did, that my story was going to be about a young woman journeying west as a mail-order bride. Instead, I think my story is about the young woman. I think journeying west is only a chapter or so of the story. I'm writing pages of exposition that really are a story in their own right. Boo and hoo. What do I do? Keep writing expository style? Stop? Back up? Grrrr. Grrrrr. Grrr. Get the expository stuff out of my system?
Grrr. Grrr. Grrr.
I hate expository writing. Its boring. Well, my expository writing is boring. Its like a poorly written textbook that I'm having to wade through before I can get to the story. Grrr. Grrrrrrrrr. GRRRRRRRRRR.
I have a brownie upstairs on the kitchen counter. Brownie, you are mine.