"Murder your darlings" has been in my head all morning as I carve away that perfect sunflower held by the little queen. It was a good idea in the wrong place. It might resurface elsewhere in the sculpture, but not on the little girl.
“Whenever you feel an impulse to perpetrate a piece of exceptionally fine writing, obey it — whole-heartedly — and delete it before sending your manuscript to press. Murder your darlings.”
Read the entire essay HERE .
Surrounded now by wood chips, I feel like a Blackforest Medea. One bad idea dispatched. Now to see if I can save the carving.........