You know that moment. And that feeling.
It happens the instant a new idea gels in your mind. All of a sudden, you're dancing around the room, pumping your fist, shouting, "Yes!" to the world. Or to the cat, who thinks you've finally flipped the big switch.
You ignore the cat and keep dancing.
Then - you know what's coming - the BUTS.
I hate those suckers.
This is good, but. . . .
I like this part, but. . . .
If I let her do this, he'll do that; but. . . .
And on they march.
It's your job to take control.
Sit each but down, have a conversation. Let him tell you his problem. Once you know his concerns, then you can work out a solution and move forward. If you don't, the buts will organize and parade through your manuscript as if they own it.
Not a pretty sight. Don't issue them a parade permit.
Remember our slogan - No Buts Allowed!