It’s okay to throw out code. It’s okay to throw out writing.
I’ve been working on some new ebooks, technical ones, and I’ve thrown them out. They didn’t work. It’s painful to look at something I’ve worked on for months and to reach a point where I know they’re useless. I hate giving up, and this isn’t that. This is accepting imperfection and restarting.
When you write fiction, you’re told to let the characters speak to you, and let them help you tell a story. Sometimes the characters run off with you and make their own stories, but more often, if you write it right, they slide into your plot with ease and behave. You can see them making the wrong choices sometimes so you’ll write and address that, explaining they see the wrong choice and want to do that, but decided not to.
That’s writing. And it’s the same with your non-fiction. It too may take a life of it’s own and follow an explanation in a way you didn’t expect. But unlike fiction, you cannot railroad the truth.
So my book about support has been binned and I’m starting over.
Wish me luck!