First draft and second guesses
That last sentence took me an hour and 23 minutes to write and rewrite. Will I keep it? Maybe. Maybe not. Noted in margin: fix this.
The End = Edit
“I could see the end, but I couldn’t force them [my characters] there. They had to work it out. And, finally, they did.”
In memoriam of my first novel
Why hang on to the dozen plus rewrites of a story that had once consumed me and now lies dormant, taking only the space it occupies in the corner of the home office where I seldom go in the pursuit of creativity?
Finished, but not done
I crossed two finish lines this week…the four mile marker of the Denver Turkey Trot [and] 30,000 words in 30 days…though neither meant the end of anything.
Hear, their and ever we where
I hear their voices ever clearer when we go to where the coffee flows and music plays low and the rent is high, but it tastes good.
Halfway to the finish line
I thought about throwing in the towel, but the world I’d created in seven days would not quit spinning. The characters had a conflict they needed me to resolve.