I wait for a moment, hoping she'll feel what I just witnessed. When she doesn't, I utter the impossible: "Why not start there?" The pain in her eyes make me long to pull back my words. I've just asked her to cut 100 pages from a story that is overly long. Still, 100 pages...
"But I introduce important elements in the beginning."
"They can be integrated into the new beginning," I suggest.
"But I love my first scene."
I cringe, wondering how many hours she spent making it perfect.
"It's only one of lots of scenes you love," I suggest.
Exhaustion overtakes her face. Three intense days. I don't want it to end this way. Still, I know when she's rested, the 300 pages that work and bring her energy and joy will reach out to her. She has a successful debut already out. She knows what she is doing...
Advice to self: Rather than labor over something that causes pain and frustration and feelings of failure, why not start with what brings you joy...