Case in point: Sabella and Conyer from my West Africa novel.
After spending the majority of last year working on The Sun and the
Sand Cat, a reasonable person would think that getting back in sync with
the good doctor and the special agent would be a breeze.
Wrong.
Big, demoralizing wrong.
Oh, I remember the details.
Her backstory is still crystal clear in the old noggin.
His work travails are still carved cleanly in my memory.
But…
Sabella’s cadence of talk and thought has faded into a warm hum I have
to struggle to hear.
The sun has bleached Conyer’s intensity into something unrecognizable.
Recapturing the tone of the novel (3/4 of the way done, remember) is
like trying to catch fireflies in a bright noon sky.
Yep, demoralizing.
But…
Challenging.
And I am a sucker for a good challenge!
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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