I have either channeled a brilliant strategist or chickened out
altogether.
The Prologue in The Hushing Days requires a fight/battle/all-out-scrum
between 18th century soldiers.
Alas, I am not a writer of scrum. At least not a very good one. Practice
makes perfect, I suppose, but scrums with muskets are surprisingly rare in most
contemporary romance. Pity, that.
Anyhow, I’ve decided to avoid putting fight to word completely.
Instead, I am having a panicked character remember the fight (and retell it to
the reader) in bright, angry flashes of memory. Hence, the plot points get
across without the audience getting bogged down in useless detail. (This being
a prologue, one must avoid bogging at all costs.)
Strategist or chicken? You decide.
I’m leaning toward some kind of feathery spawn, myself.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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