Fourth Revision – Falling Through The Ice…Not

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Fourth Revision – Falling Through The Ice…Not

So Far…So Good

Read about my plan for the Fourth Revision.

Ever walked on thin ice? Still brave with that first groan? Nope.

Heart clogging my throat, I conjure images of the ice parting, plunging into shocking cold water, kicking and fighting to rise, desperate to break the surface…only to bump into the underside of the ice.

Happily, that’s not, literally, happened to me. But, figuratively, it has. No fun.

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Fourth Revision – Herding Butterflies

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Fourth Revision – Herding Butterflies

It’s Harder Than Herding Cats

Read about second thoughts regarding my Trusted Reader’s comments.

With four hand written pages of comments, I summoned courage to push and prod those happy, care-free butterfly comments into the barn. Within, they swirled, glancing at me, warily from time to time, their fates hanging in the balance.

I shared their uncertainty.

But…where to start? Once, I would have jumped into the deep end of the pool and picked them off with no thought to changing changes. But, that leads to chaos. Sanity lies with ordering problems into similar groups, and addressing them simultaneously. Otherwise, one set of changes undoes another.

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Sorting The Pieces – Trusted Reader Comments

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Sorting The Pieces – Trusted Reader Comments

After A Closer Look

Read about my Trusted Reader’s reaction to the story.

Five days ago my Trusted Reader confided in me, and I tripped the light fantastic. Overflowing with joy, I sighed, relieved at not wasting another year. Life, with all its brilliant possibilities, beckoned.

Then I looked at my notes…

…prompting a second conversation.

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Hey, Maybe I’m A Writer – Trusted Reader Comments

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Hey, Maybe I’m A Writer – Trusted Reader Comments

I Can Always Hope

Read about propping up that sagging middle.

Like the morning after, I find myself breathing again, admiring bright, sun-drenched skies, and fresh, crisp scents of promise. In our nano-instantness world, where Amazon Prime, ordered last night, arrives late the following day, or download apps right-now, waiting seemed utterly archaic, barbarisms from another time.

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Fattening That Turkey Up — Fixing Act Two

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Fattening That Turkey Up – Fixing Act Two

Sit Up Straight – No More Slumping

Read about pumping up sagging middles.

This morning, I printed my revised WIP, donned my parka, and dashed over to present my Trusted Reader with my baby. With my heart in my throat, I patted them both on the head, telling them I would return to rescue my little darling.

Now, I return to my life in time to cook and cook and cook. How refreshing.

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Pumping It Up – Fixing Second Act Slumps Part Two

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Pumping It Up – Part Two

Still Fixing Second Act Slumps

Read about starting to fix sagging middles.

I wanted to fix this story by Halloween…alas…not badly enough. Thanksgiving seems plausible. Consider…if NaNoWriMo exhorts people to write 50,000 word novels in a month, finishing revisions should be easy.

But, don’t despair. I’ve progressed, writing another 3,000 words into 3B, growing it from the smallest to the second largest section. And I’ve added another 2,300 words to 4A.

With good fortune, I’ll finish weaving in subplots that fill the slump, leaving only smaller TO DO items.

And, the final mystery remains finding my new Trusted Reader. I can hardly wait to see how I escape that trap. Ha.

Read about the Happy For Now ending to fixing the Second Act slump.

Pumping It Up – Fixing Second Act Slumps

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Pumping It Up

Fixing Second Act Slumps

Read about deconstructing Lawrence of Arabia.

Ever watch those backyard inflatable play sets pop up? After looking at pictures, maybe seeing one at a neighbor’s event, you take the plunge. A crew comes out, drag pieces into the backyard, and gets ready. Already pulling hair out over chairs and treats and whether any little kiddies will come, you glance the brightly colored rubber piles and wonder if you made a mistake.

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