I enjoyed the story. I looked forward to the times I would be able to compose its next chapters. Time has a way of getting away from you when you like what you are doing. Often I found myself writing late into the night. Or should I say into the early morning.
Knowing that it would have to end, I finally wrote the last chapter. Bringing closure to the first draft.
The manuscript was put on the shelf for about a month. The next step, transferring the hand written to the typed version, took about a week. Through this process, I made very few editing changes. Onto the shelf it went, again.
Finally the day arrived. Printing off the whole story to take on a weekend get away, the plan was to read and edit. Oh my, what an experience that was! Cut. Move. Side notes. Changes.
Now, I am about half way through the re-write. The goal? To have it ready for the publisher sometime in 2017.
So, I thought I would share a tidbit with you from my next book.
Making her way to the back of the cabin where she had left her truck, Brandi made up her mind to stay the night. It seemed like something she needed to do even though she still had plenty of time to return to the Smythens.
The moment she opened the door, she knew she was not alone. This time, it was not her imagination. Across the room, a person stood in the shadow. There was a familiarity about the scene, the stance perhaps.
She had somehow missed the arrival of this intruder to her space. Her gut told her to leave. Her mind was uncertain about what she should do. When the person spoke, the decision was made.
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