He sat at his computer and blinked at the words on the screen. Dry eyelids felt like paper rubbing on his pupils. His neck muscles were ready to call it a night and let his head droop forward. The vivid descriptions and engaging dialogue made no difference—the chapter was off. Something about it just didn’t fit. He was stuck, floating in his own mind.
That was fast. Seven days of editing zipped by. In that time, seven chapters have been bloodied (with a red pen), tweaked, reorganized, and rewritten while working late-ish at night, during lunch breaks, and over some parsed-out time on the weekend. I shall treat myself to donuts. Or ice cream.
Continue reading “Seven Down”
I’ve done it. The initial draft of my first manuscript is complete. All done. My work-in-progress novel, The Mousetrap Killer, is now a thing. Break out the cake and ice cream. And a bed. Continue reading “Well, Here We Go”