I like to call them the Taxiing Chapters.
And depending on my authorly mood, I either love them or hate them. And
I mean really hate them (i.e. tossing them out a plate glass window and running
them gleefully over with a John Deere lawnmower a couple dozen times.)
Perhaps, I should explain.
What I’m talking about are those chapters every successful novel needs
to set up the action and the angst. Like a plane needs to taxi down a runway either
before taking off with a squeal of delight or after landing with a squeal of
terror, every story needs that sturdy, no-frills flatness of sun-baked
concrete.
Chapter Three in The Hushing Days is one of such taxiing.
It’s a frustrating stretch for a writer to work through who wants
nothing more than to get the story over and done with already.
Editing these chapters requires the same patience and skill as managing
the guts and glory sections.
I know this.
I do.
But…
ARRGH!!
Somebody needs to hide my John Deere.
Seriously.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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