The Pea has been going through an interesting phase lately where he'll grow attached to a random object, say a spoon. And he'll carry that spoon around all day. And want to sleep with it. And scream loudly if one tries to take away his spoon.
And then, the next day, it will be a rubber duck.
I've realized that I do this in my writing. I grow attached to a scene, a chapter, a character, a plot point. Which...fine, whatever...until that scene/chapter/character/plot point isn't working. Suddenly, that loved element is weighing me down. Oh, but I love it. Sometimes, I'll hit a point where I'll start tinkering with everything around it, the stuff that is working, so I can avoid the inevitable. Because I can't just cut it.
Except that, yes, I can. I must. Revising is a ruthless activity.
Have you ever clung to a story element far longer than you should have? What kept you from changing it--love of the element or fear of what cutting it would do?
P.S. I've decided to go forward with the So Long And Thanks For Nothing, High School Blogfest even if I'm the only one doing it. Please, please don't let me be the only one doing it. It will be High School all over again. Details to follow about the when/what/where. :)