“Put a match to it and we’ll
toast s’mores!” my always helpful four-legged, furry muse quips from my
side. (Her addiction to anything even smelling of chocolate is quite absurd,
and needs Dr. Phil’s attention ASAP.)
Don’t worry. Nothing is being put to flames just yet. (And my dog is
getting zero chocolate. Ever.) I have other plans for the draft.
I’m doing a hard read-through of each chapter, noting which scenes are
completely done (i.e. connector sentences are up; grammar is A-OK; sense, style
and romantic feels are present and accounted for.)
Then, I’m noting which scenes have all their skeletal bones in place
but are just needing a little fleshing out (i.e. dialogue with no “he said/she
said”s; descriptive bits without human frankness; etc.)
Finally, I’m then jotting down scenes I’d like to see fill out that
chapter to its fullest. These are mostly tiny encounters between characters
that help the flow and the overall shape of the chapter. (I always consider
each chapter a work all unto itself.)
When this is done, I will either a.) rev up the writing engines once
again and get very busy, or b.) bib the dog and get ready for s’mores.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
Post Note: After HUGE thunderstorms rocked Tallahassee yesterday and
left me without power for 6 ½ hours, the bonfire plan was seriously considered.
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