Well, there’s no danger of anorexia here. The Hushing Days is quite
full of itself and plans to keep it that way.
And while I applaud my manuscript’s cheerful acceptance of its bulk,
and while I would never, ever curse it with an eating disorder that is both
terrifying and oftentimes deadly, I wouldn’t mind a teensy bit of
weight-management.
No, no, not a diet! Banish that dastardly word from your thoughts. I
want my novel to eat as much as it wants. Digest the whole world for all I
care. Go ahead: munch, crunch and brunch.
But...
When that inevitable flab is put on, my book really needs to learn how
to distribute it a little more evenly.
For example: Chapter Four is lean, mean and runway material. Chapter
Five is a real bruiser requiring “Wide Load” warnings. So, as Chapter Three
reaches its final stage of growth, I’m beginning to fear its following in
Sibling Five’s deep footsteps. It grows, and grows and grows.
*sighs*
What is a poor author to do but keep a chipper thought and love the
stuffing out of all of them?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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