You know the great Faulkner dictum: In writing, you must kill all your darlings. Is it true? Are the pieces you love the most and are most recalcitrant about giving up the very pieces you must kill? Does your desire to hold on to them indicate a blind spot on your part? Something precious or too personal or just bad? Does loving it so much point to a lack of objectivity? Are your darlings the best or worst of your work. Is killing the darlings a good rule of thumb or yet another fucked up twisted mind game known as writing? I spent last week killing two darlings from my screenplay. And three monologues that I loved way too much. (Yes, it’s true, I love nothing more than writing dialogue for old Jewish men taking a shvitz.) I have to confess, stripping out those characters and sub-plot opened up the whole fucking thing.
Two part question: do you believe you have to kill your darlings & tell us about a darling you killed.
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