Good thing the writing mavens were right when they said first drafts are sh.. crap. I’ve been chugging along on first a hard-copy read-through of my follow-up to FORTY & OUT (working title: My Brother, My Friend), using up lots of red ink (it’s what I do – ask my students!) but feeling reasonably confident about my progress, until…
Four days into my on-screen edits (when I transfer my notes and tweak even further), I fell head-first into a huge plot hole.
Plugging said hole will require lots of timeline shuffling, a few new scenes – maybe even a whole chapter – and not a little self-flagellation. Who am I to think I can write a novel?!
I know, I know – none of that is true. Bill and Sharon have better taste than that (right, guys?).
But such is the convoluted nature of a writer’s mind.
As for the revisions, maybe if I take this character and make her do something like this before this other thing happens…