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Oops, I did it again!

Updated: Nov 18, 2021

July 6, 2021,

Remember that story line editor I told you about last year? Lou Piccolo is her name, and she got right to the point. Good story, too many characters, lose certain unsavory elements and rewrite it in a different order. Tall order!

So I started over again, from scratch, telling the story, this time, in first person-present tense. I had the bones of the book to work from, but I dug deeper into character development, enjoying every single moment of it.

The most daunting task was the ending. I had no idea what was going to happen. Then an opportunity presented itself giving me unfettered time away from home. No washing machine and dryer calling me away from the keyboard, no beds to make, dishes to wash or food to cook. Just me and my laptop.

The ending came flying out of the universe, through the ends of my fingers onto the pages as my major protagonist almost... No, no, no, you don't get to know what happened yet. Read the book!

It has taken me almost a year, but I finished two days ago and have sent it, again, to my beta readers. They are my most precious resource. Now I wait and hope.

We are in the midst of another Hurricane named Elsa, a piddly little one at that, trying to anticipate whether we should keep a Doctor's appointment, get groceries or just hold up and sit tight.

Ordinarily I'd have an edit to work on or a chapter to rewrite, but now that I'm done, I wait on pins and needles for my Beta reading friends to get back to me with their suggestions.

Maybe a glass of wine will help me pass the time or I could go out to my pergola and see how my bromeliads are holding up in this storm.



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