Osiyo~
What a week this is turning out to be. A month ago I was writing a story that I had entered in the Donnell Epperson Soon To Be Published contest. For the record, I didn't win, or even final in it, but it was a wonderful experience-and an honor to be a first time contestant in the contest newly renamed for our lost sister author Donnell. I don't mind not placing because I was after the breakthrough of entering my first ever contest and I accomplished what I had set out to do, to take that step and put my writing out there to be judged. That story was also going to be the one I pitch to Silhouette editor, Charles Griemsman and Lucienne Diver-Knight Agengy next month at the Summer Heat Mini Conference on June 5th here in OKC. (BTW-if you're interested in attending that conference we still have appointments available, if you go to the OKRWA website to register now!)
You notice I said I was going to pitch the contest entry. Change of plans was necessary when my other two beloved characters began harping at me for their chance to be heard first. Healing Whispers is a completed ms in which I threw at my lovely critique group mid stream last month. Have I mentioned how much I truly appreciate you Twinkies? Thank you!
Those wonderful head-bashers jumped in without missing a step and took on Tobi and Tanner with gusto; internal issues and all. I lost my momentum a few weeks ago (I know, I only switched to their story a few weeks ago... I'm not proud) and made my cps wait for three weeks between ch 5 and ch 6 before I was able to focus again.
Yesterday was a totally focused day though, as I pushed through the final five chapter edits in one day! It can be done. So, now I wait for them to catch up...while I muddle through some sort of synopsis...
That's what I get for rushing through those first round edits. Yay! You see, just because I have finished my story- I'm far from finished with the story. Now, I have the pleasurable task of celebrating the composing of a synopsis, and I still need to finish my pitch blurb, query letter and then...second round edits begin! Hooray!!!
But, I really love writing which makes all the work enjoyable even when I feel like pulling my hair (or someone else's) out by the roots. I can't describe the feeling of accomplishment when I type those last words: The End, after so long and so many hours of pouring my blood all over the keyboard! It is an amazing feeling, really. It's what keeps me going through all the work; that determination to finally be able to say 'It's Done'.
Now I can say I'm ready to take on the pitch, and get this couple ready to fly into the world.
Dodadagohvi~
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Spring Has Sprung in Oklahoma
Osiyo~
I love spring. I love the color of flowers and the green of blooming trees everywhere, new life of the animals all around. I live in the country and its so nice to open my windows in the morning and hear birds chirping and whistling so loud their voices echo as I write. At night it's the coyotes singing and night birds that make me smile. Life is good at these times.
Last week my youngest daughter turned another year older. As if most of us needs anything to help us remember some of those landmark dates; she will never forget her 21st birthday. It was the day Oklahoma got hit by 37 tornadoes in about 4 hours. One was just a little over a mile from where she was working at the store she and her husband had just purchased in March! I feel it was fortunate that it happened at rush hour on a week day. Why, you may ask, is that so good? Well, it's my opinion, but it was daylight-you can't see tornadoes at night- and though people were congregated in areas and most were able to find shelter quickly, most had also left their jobs/schools, but were not yet home.
My niece's Vo-Tech was hit by a small tornado while a few people/students were there getting ready for their graduation. The building Pam was to graduate in the following night, where the people were that night, was hit hard. Two horses were hurt, not seriously, and most of the barns and out buildings for the barns had some or total destruction. Pam had just finished her second year of Equine Production; the barns were her classroom, the horses her studies.
Another school, elementary, was hit, but it was around 5 pm, so no kids/people were there. People weren't all home yet being stuck with rush hour and after-work errands. Lots of homes were wiped completely away and they were mostly empty because, everyone was stuck in the rush hour traffic trying to get to their homes after a long Monday. One woman my daughter told me about (her friend's mother) was on her way home from work to an area that had heavy damage/destruction (her home was not). Her car radio on, she heard warnings to get out of vehicles and take cover. She stopped at a Love's gas station/truck stop and ran inside where she was immediately pushed to the floor by someone, while others hid inside big coolers for shelter. Just seconds later, the most damaging of the tornadoes nearly leveled the station, but no one was seriously hurt or killed. On the news there were semi trucks with trailers everywhere that had been tossed and moved around like a child's toys. I heard a story yesterday of a young man who had been at the lake swimming, and dove under water after watching his pickup roll across the parking area and then take flight. I wonder if he knows one tornado reportedly formed over that lake?
During the storm, from where I live it visually seemed like nothing more than a typical brief, harsh storm; dark clouds and wind blown rain. I looked out my western windows and saw bright sunshine. To the east was the dark clouds and a big fat rainbow.
Did it occur to me to take pictures? No. For, even though we weren't in the path of the rage, I was as terrified as so many others were. Not for myself. Two of my daughters and their families lived under that beautiful rainbow; both in the path of the second tornado and I couldn't get either of them on the phone for much too long! I finally got hold of the oldest traveling from work, and because she passes by the younger one's store on her way home, she was able to check on her sister and then call me. And, even though I personally wasn't in the storm (I'm just 25 miles from either of those daughters) I stood to lose as much as the people who had lost everything material. My daughters/granddaughters and husband are my life, what I live for. I thank God I didn't lose anyone and prayerfully cry for the one's who did.
Wide paths of destruction and days of no electric for many, my daughter's included in the power loss, followed the two biggest tornadoes with five lives reported lost. It was a scary day. A sad day. It was in many ways-and unfortunately, too often- a fairly typical spring day in Oklahoma, USA. We were blessed on May 10, 2010 that homes and belongings, material stuff that can be replaced or done without, were the main, though by no means the greatest, losses this time.
Two hours later the sky was clear, and other than the devastation and continued news reports carrying over the air ways, it was hard to tell what had been going on here that day from where I live. But, even though the birds were singing after the storm the same as they had before it, I didn't hear them.
And then life goes on. No more news reports. No more burning up the Internet with horror stories. But, it's still all around us.
Things are not 'back to normal', though life went on as it always does after one of these storms. As I travel and speak to others , the devastation is still very apparent, sometimes by nothing more than a large highway sign twisted in another direction as though a huge truck had hit it. It's twisted in the wrong direction, and you just know. You feel the sadness even in that seemingly insignificant symbol.
We don't forget; we move past. We have to.
Dodadagohvi~ Thank God
I love spring. I love the color of flowers and the green of blooming trees everywhere, new life of the animals all around. I live in the country and its so nice to open my windows in the morning and hear birds chirping and whistling so loud their voices echo as I write. At night it's the coyotes singing and night birds that make me smile. Life is good at these times.
Last week my youngest daughter turned another year older. As if most of us needs anything to help us remember some of those landmark dates; she will never forget her 21st birthday. It was the day Oklahoma got hit by 37 tornadoes in about 4 hours. One was just a little over a mile from where she was working at the store she and her husband had just purchased in March! I feel it was fortunate that it happened at rush hour on a week day. Why, you may ask, is that so good? Well, it's my opinion, but it was daylight-you can't see tornadoes at night- and though people were congregated in areas and most were able to find shelter quickly, most had also left their jobs/schools, but were not yet home.
My niece's Vo-Tech was hit by a small tornado while a few people/students were there getting ready for their graduation. The building Pam was to graduate in the following night, where the people were that night, was hit hard. Two horses were hurt, not seriously, and most of the barns and out buildings for the barns had some or total destruction. Pam had just finished her second year of Equine Production; the barns were her classroom, the horses her studies.
Another school, elementary, was hit, but it was around 5 pm, so no kids/people were there. People weren't all home yet being stuck with rush hour and after-work errands. Lots of homes were wiped completely away and they were mostly empty because, everyone was stuck in the rush hour traffic trying to get to their homes after a long Monday. One woman my daughter told me about (her friend's mother) was on her way home from work to an area that had heavy damage/destruction (her home was not). Her car radio on, she heard warnings to get out of vehicles and take cover. She stopped at a Love's gas station/truck stop and ran inside where she was immediately pushed to the floor by someone, while others hid inside big coolers for shelter. Just seconds later, the most damaging of the tornadoes nearly leveled the station, but no one was seriously hurt or killed. On the news there were semi trucks with trailers everywhere that had been tossed and moved around like a child's toys. I heard a story yesterday of a young man who had been at the lake swimming, and dove under water after watching his pickup roll across the parking area and then take flight. I wonder if he knows one tornado reportedly formed over that lake?
During the storm, from where I live it visually seemed like nothing more than a typical brief, harsh storm; dark clouds and wind blown rain. I looked out my western windows and saw bright sunshine. To the east was the dark clouds and a big fat rainbow.
Did it occur to me to take pictures? No. For, even though we weren't in the path of the rage, I was as terrified as so many others were. Not for myself. Two of my daughters and their families lived under that beautiful rainbow; both in the path of the second tornado and I couldn't get either of them on the phone for much too long! I finally got hold of the oldest traveling from work, and because she passes by the younger one's store on her way home, she was able to check on her sister and then call me. And, even though I personally wasn't in the storm (I'm just 25 miles from either of those daughters) I stood to lose as much as the people who had lost everything material. My daughters/granddaughters and husband are my life, what I live for. I thank God I didn't lose anyone and prayerfully cry for the one's who did.
Wide paths of destruction and days of no electric for many, my daughter's included in the power loss, followed the two biggest tornadoes with five lives reported lost. It was a scary day. A sad day. It was in many ways-and unfortunately, too often- a fairly typical spring day in Oklahoma, USA. We were blessed on May 10, 2010 that homes and belongings, material stuff that can be replaced or done without, were the main, though by no means the greatest, losses this time.
Two hours later the sky was clear, and other than the devastation and continued news reports carrying over the air ways, it was hard to tell what had been going on here that day from where I live. But, even though the birds were singing after the storm the same as they had before it, I didn't hear them.
And then life goes on. No more news reports. No more burning up the Internet with horror stories. But, it's still all around us.
Things are not 'back to normal', though life went on as it always does after one of these storms. As I travel and speak to others , the devastation is still very apparent, sometimes by nothing more than a large highway sign twisted in another direction as though a huge truck had hit it. It's twisted in the wrong direction, and you just know. You feel the sadness even in that seemingly insignificant symbol.
We don't forget; we move past. We have to.
Dodadagohvi~ Thank God
Thursday, April 29, 2010
What to do in a slump
Osiyo!
Has it been a month since my last post? Really? What a BAD, BAD writer I've been!
But hopefully some great stuff has come from my time away. I set aside the wip I was working on and pulled Tobi and Tanner back out, with the official writing title of "Healing Whispers" tagged on it. I set my wonderful critique group on it to help me tear it apart and get it ready for an agent/editor pitch in June. We are having our every other year FAB Summer Heat Mini Conference again this year, and I can't wait to polish this baby off and get it sent to a publisher to hopefully meet the real world. (That would be all of you reading this!)
So I got edits and crits up to chapter five back from the girls, and hit a slump last week and have gotten very little done on it since.
I think it's because I have another book to get written by summer and that one is not cooperating in the slightest for me! I have a tentative premise, a tentative hero (first name only), and his father's name (again, first only). I have the heroine's mother's name (yep- you guessed it- first name only) and that's about it. I do have a possible town in mind. All that's left of the town today, I believe, is the cemetery. I need to research more on that whole idea to solidify it.
In the meantime, that story is giving me fits with HW! I need to focus!
What do you do when you have one on the burner gumming your concentration, and the next in the prep stages NOT eating away at you, so you end up getting very little of anything accomplished on either one? I'd really like to know.
Donadagohvi
Has it been a month since my last post? Really? What a BAD, BAD writer I've been!
But hopefully some great stuff has come from my time away. I set aside the wip I was working on and pulled Tobi and Tanner back out, with the official writing title of "Healing Whispers" tagged on it. I set my wonderful critique group on it to help me tear it apart and get it ready for an agent/editor pitch in June. We are having our every other year FAB Summer Heat Mini Conference again this year, and I can't wait to polish this baby off and get it sent to a publisher to hopefully meet the real world. (That would be all of you reading this!)
So I got edits and crits up to chapter five back from the girls, and hit a slump last week and have gotten very little done on it since.
I think it's because I have another book to get written by summer and that one is not cooperating in the slightest for me! I have a tentative premise, a tentative hero (first name only), and his father's name (again, first only). I have the heroine's mother's name (yep- you guessed it- first name only) and that's about it. I do have a possible town in mind. All that's left of the town today, I believe, is the cemetery. I need to research more on that whole idea to solidify it.
In the meantime, that story is giving me fits with HW! I need to focus!
What do you do when you have one on the burner gumming your concentration, and the next in the prep stages NOT eating away at you, so you end up getting very little of anything accomplished on either one? I'd really like to know.
Donadagohvi
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Who am I?
Osiyo~
Grant: ‘Letting his feelings out, however…
Not so easy.
Especially since he had no idea how to change a habit of more than thirty-five years’ duration. His parents’ examples had taken with a vengeance. But was it right to saddle his little girl with a trait that, if he were being honest, hadn’t served him nearly as well as he’d once thought—’
Mia: ‘Loath as she was to admit it, she liked the man, her reservations about their long-term compatibility notwithstanding. It was a hoot watching him shed his emotional armor, bit by bit. Watching that tiny seed of something good and solid she’d recognized long ago finally take root in his growing love for his little girl, and start to blossom.’
Besides plotting woes this week, I want to talk about a subject that is becoming an obsession for me. In my quest to write that first one (or the 100th) book that will make you cry, laugh, scream and/or sigh, I have taken to paying special attention to how writers dig into their characters psyche.
And, one of my favorite authors, Karen Templeton has a knack for knowing her characters inside and out and letting us see who they are as well. As you can see with Grant Braeburn in these excerpts above from her Silhouette Special Edition 2007 Christmas release, Dear Santa. Karen has a talent I admire, and strive to acquire in my own writing. I won’t say I’m her stalker (she’d just laugh, anyway), but if I could name just 3 people who’s writing I buy on name alone- she would be one of those three. Holly Jacobs would be another. The third?
When I read the mss I’ve completed over the years (those gems I reserve for my eyes only- because they are immune and won’t bleed from exposure!), I cringe and groan. I wrote this? Ugh! There is no depth and person under the words on the paper. I see opinions and a shell of what might be-if I wanted to rewrite every single line word for word, and which I do NOT- had I known anything about ‘really’ writing when I created those Frankensteins. So, why is it I still get nailed by my Twinkies for doing the same things? Because bad habits are hard to break!
Who the heroine and hero is is huge! If I don’t know who she/he is, what she/he feels, smells and hears- then how can I expect to tell ‘her/his’ story completely? I can’t.
Actors and actresses do role play where they become their character before a new movie, and some actually go so far as to get a job (usually volunteer) when possible in the line of work as their character.
It’s crucial to think like him when in his POV (and hers), speak like him, by which, I mean dialect as well as mannerism while speaking (does he talk with his hands?), tone, accent, whatever. Now, do a gorilla dance, ooh-ooh around a bit if it helps you to feel manly and unfeminine, and then write his parts while in his head.
How would he talk, what ‘lingo’ identifies him from any other man in your story- most important, what separates him from her?
When a reader picks up a book they usually know within the first few pages when the hero is speaking/thinking, and when the heroine is. They know who the same way we do. The reader ‘hears’ their voice because you’ve allowed them to by the speech patterns, mannerisms in actions you let them see as they read. I can’t stand a book where the h/H sound exactly alike and I don’t know who’s saying/doing/thinking what- because there’s no voice difference in either from the writer. I call those monotone characters, y’know, like the guy who does those eye drop commercials? Think of him reading a whole romance (or any other genre) aloud to you! And yes, I have read at least one of those a few years back. And I DO NOT want to write like that. Maybe that’s why I try so hard now and dig deeply to really know my characters.
I read books with one eye on the story and the other on the craft. Very irritating when it’s a great story and my roving left eye starts picking a particularly captivating scene apart to see how and why it works. Usually these eye-stoppers are due to the heroine or hero and the way the author portrays something about that character.
I ask (ok, I hound…sometimes…sorry girls) my critique partners to ‘dig in and let me see’. Maybe a heroine got a bad letter and she’s shocked to tears…let me see. I want to identify with her, empathize, sympathize with her; BE her!
I remember my first ‘real’ ms and the critique it received from my two partners at that time. I’m surprised I didn’t shove it in the fireplace and ball up in a corner and go zombie on them! But, I finished it and submitted it. Thanks to those two great women and the time (and I’m sure- pain) they spent helping me. What was my biggest lesson that year? Dig in! Rip the hero’s, and heroine's, guts out and dissect them, and then stuff them back in in a way the whole world can see how it works.
I didn’t get it. Isn’t that what I was doing? Apparently not because every returned crit said the same thing in one form or another! Until I finally got it.
If my heroine’s crying, I need to make my readers cry with her. Pour her soul out on paper and ink in words that show her pain, humiliation, happiness, or fear. I love weaving those random words into flesh and(paper) people; making them come to life because I created them and love them and want others to also! Although I still can’t seem to make anyone cry with my h/H I keep trying, and if a reader feels at all, then I’m doing something right, I think.
The usual way to accomplish this showing is to let that character tell it in dialogue, or thought-as in the first example above. In that scene his ex wife, the mother of his 3 yo daughter had died and he’s going for a walk with his daughter. Their relationship is stilted, and that’s being nice, because he’d been raised without outward affection and was afraid to show any for a little girl who was suddenly thrown into his life full time. He was scared of her, and she had little trust in him. After getting told how lousy he was as a father (several times) by the heroine he realized Mia was right about so many things in him. He had to deal with everything or risk losing his baby girl who he’d just began to realize he loved more than anything in the world.
The other way to show is to let another character do it with dialogue, as in the scene when Mia told Grant his daughter couldn’t let go and grieve for her mother when she’s never been given permission to: “How can she when her own father is so damn afraid of his own emotions”
And then she shows us more about Grant in the example above. Mia has her thoughts on Grant’s progress toward being a perfect father so we see him as others do.
**Note: As a special bonus, we also see her charming humor in seeing the funny side of his discomforting situation.
There are several ways to ‘see’ a character, but just one way to ‘tell about’ him. I’d rather be Little Red Riding Hood on all her forest adventures, than to hear about her and miss those adventures! Wouldn’t you?
What’s your favorite part of writing? I'd love to hear about it.
Dodadagohvi~
Grant: ‘Letting his feelings out, however…
Not so easy.
Especially since he had no idea how to change a habit of more than thirty-five years’ duration. His parents’ examples had taken with a vengeance. But was it right to saddle his little girl with a trait that, if he were being honest, hadn’t served him nearly as well as he’d once thought—’
Mia: ‘Loath as she was to admit it, she liked the man, her reservations about their long-term compatibility notwithstanding. It was a hoot watching him shed his emotional armor, bit by bit. Watching that tiny seed of something good and solid she’d recognized long ago finally take root in his growing love for his little girl, and start to blossom.’
Besides plotting woes this week, I want to talk about a subject that is becoming an obsession for me. In my quest to write that first one (or the 100th) book that will make you cry, laugh, scream and/or sigh, I have taken to paying special attention to how writers dig into their characters psyche.
And, one of my favorite authors, Karen Templeton has a knack for knowing her characters inside and out and letting us see who they are as well. As you can see with Grant Braeburn in these excerpts above from her Silhouette Special Edition 2007 Christmas release, Dear Santa. Karen has a talent I admire, and strive to acquire in my own writing. I won’t say I’m her stalker (she’d just laugh, anyway), but if I could name just 3 people who’s writing I buy on name alone- she would be one of those three. Holly Jacobs would be another. The third?
When I read the mss I’ve completed over the years (those gems I reserve for my eyes only- because they are immune and won’t bleed from exposure!), I cringe and groan. I wrote this? Ugh! There is no depth and person under the words on the paper. I see opinions and a shell of what might be-if I wanted to rewrite every single line word for word, and which I do NOT- had I known anything about ‘really’ writing when I created those Frankensteins. So, why is it I still get nailed by my Twinkies for doing the same things? Because bad habits are hard to break!
Who the heroine and hero is is huge! If I don’t know who she/he is, what she/he feels, smells and hears- then how can I expect to tell ‘her/his’ story completely? I can’t.
Actors and actresses do role play where they become their character before a new movie, and some actually go so far as to get a job (usually volunteer) when possible in the line of work as their character.
It’s crucial to think like him when in his POV (and hers), speak like him, by which, I mean dialect as well as mannerism while speaking (does he talk with his hands?), tone, accent, whatever. Now, do a gorilla dance, ooh-ooh around a bit if it helps you to feel manly and unfeminine, and then write his parts while in his head.
How would he talk, what ‘lingo’ identifies him from any other man in your story- most important, what separates him from her?
When a reader picks up a book they usually know within the first few pages when the hero is speaking/thinking, and when the heroine is. They know who the same way we do. The reader ‘hears’ their voice because you’ve allowed them to by the speech patterns, mannerisms in actions you let them see as they read. I can’t stand a book where the h/H sound exactly alike and I don’t know who’s saying/doing/thinking what- because there’s no voice difference in either from the writer. I call those monotone characters, y’know, like the guy who does those eye drop commercials? Think of him reading a whole romance (or any other genre) aloud to you! And yes, I have read at least one of those a few years back. And I DO NOT want to write like that. Maybe that’s why I try so hard now and dig deeply to really know my characters.
I read books with one eye on the story and the other on the craft. Very irritating when it’s a great story and my roving left eye starts picking a particularly captivating scene apart to see how and why it works. Usually these eye-stoppers are due to the heroine or hero and the way the author portrays something about that character.
I ask (ok, I hound…sometimes…sorry girls) my critique partners to ‘dig in and let me see’. Maybe a heroine got a bad letter and she’s shocked to tears…let me see. I want to identify with her, empathize, sympathize with her; BE her!
I remember my first ‘real’ ms and the critique it received from my two partners at that time. I’m surprised I didn’t shove it in the fireplace and ball up in a corner and go zombie on them! But, I finished it and submitted it. Thanks to those two great women and the time (and I’m sure- pain) they spent helping me. What was my biggest lesson that year? Dig in! Rip the hero’s, and heroine's, guts out and dissect them, and then stuff them back in in a way the whole world can see how it works.
I didn’t get it. Isn’t that what I was doing? Apparently not because every returned crit said the same thing in one form or another! Until I finally got it.
If my heroine’s crying, I need to make my readers cry with her. Pour her soul out on paper and ink in words that show her pain, humiliation, happiness, or fear. I love weaving those random words into flesh and(paper) people; making them come to life because I created them and love them and want others to also! Although I still can’t seem to make anyone cry with my h/H I keep trying, and if a reader feels at all, then I’m doing something right, I think.
The usual way to accomplish this showing is to let that character tell it in dialogue, or thought-as in the first example above. In that scene his ex wife, the mother of his 3 yo daughter had died and he’s going for a walk with his daughter. Their relationship is stilted, and that’s being nice, because he’d been raised without outward affection and was afraid to show any for a little girl who was suddenly thrown into his life full time. He was scared of her, and she had little trust in him. After getting told how lousy he was as a father (several times) by the heroine he realized Mia was right about so many things in him. He had to deal with everything or risk losing his baby girl who he’d just began to realize he loved more than anything in the world.
The other way to show is to let another character do it with dialogue, as in the scene when Mia told Grant his daughter couldn’t let go and grieve for her mother when she’s never been given permission to: “How can she when her own father is so damn afraid of his own emotions”
And then she shows us more about Grant in the example above. Mia has her thoughts on Grant’s progress toward being a perfect father so we see him as others do.
**Note: As a special bonus, we also see her charming humor in seeing the funny side of his discomforting situation.
There are several ways to ‘see’ a character, but just one way to ‘tell about’ him. I’d rather be Little Red Riding Hood on all her forest adventures, than to hear about her and miss those adventures! Wouldn’t you?
What’s your favorite part of writing? I'd love to hear about it.
Dodadagohvi~
Friday, March 5, 2010
When plots don't come together!
Osiyo!
I've been writing and editing at the same time 'sort of'.
My Twinkies have been phenomenal in pointing out things (not all small!) in my work in progress (wip) that don't mesh, or leave open ended questions that I don't necessarily have answers for. Like- why get a baby like this (which I won't actually say and spoil the surprise), why not let h/H just meet and have their baby? Because that's what the story is about- how they get the baby and why. But- why do it that way? Why indeed. sigh>
So I'm being forced to sit and actually plot! And this is not something a panster even remotely likes to contemplate.
Ah- the joys of having a controversial couple scream out their story to you... Having caught me off guard I thought their story would be fun and, yes, easy to get down in at least a rough first draft so I began. And now- nearly half way into it, I realize there are big problems abound in HEA land! What to do? Rewrite seems the only logical solution and I'm fighting this tooth and nail. Luckily, I love this couple too much to just say no and give up on them and their difficulties. When the idea of starting over first came to me I thought 'That's too much trouble. I'll let them go the way a few others have and find them a place on the back burner.' But before that thought even formed good, I knew I can't do that to these two. So, at 18K +/- words, I'll keep plugging and probably (definitely) end up rewriting parts of the story along the way.
But as long as I tell their story, give them the chance they've asked for, I know I can finish.
Besides, I have the support and help of some wonderful critique partners! A toast to Chapter By Chapter- may we all see our words in published form one day soon!
Dodadagovhi~
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