I think I'm going to throw up.
I just took out 8,000 words of my very best writing out of my WIP.
I did save it into another file. Hopefully I'll get to use it someday. But not in this book.
As we've discussed, my character couldn't have been held in the Hanoi Hilton because he was a foot soldier in the south, and therefore would have been held in a South Vietnamese POW camp. I want to be historically accurate, so I'm changing the location where I'm holding him hostage. (Well, I'm not holding him hostage, but you get the drift.)
But as I'm copying and pasting and deleting and rearranging, I'm also reading over these Hanoi Hilton scenes I wrote. And they're good. I mean, they're really, really good. (I'm allowed to think so, aren't I?) And they all have to be yanked. Every single one of them. I have to find ways to create that kind of power as I write about the camps in the south. I'm sure I can do it as I research and put myself in the place of my character, but I still feel sick. 8,000 words. Where's the bathroom?