I used to finish manuscripts and feel sick.
Not because they were bad, they had meaning. Real soul. But structurally? They were landmines. Every revision triggered three new collapses. I'd fix the pacing and destroy the character arc. Repair the ending and lose the emotional thread.
The 3-Act Structure didn't help. Save The Cat made it worse. I was planning events with surgical precision while my character's inner journey bled out on the page.
Here's what I finally understood: Traditional methods are only building half the structure.
They plot what happens (the outer story) but leave why it matters (the inner story) to instinct. That's not a flaw in your execution. That's a flaw in the blueprint itself.
The result? A draft that feels broken in ways you can't articulate. Revision becomes archaeology... digging through rubble, trying to find what was supposed to matter.