For Fear of Glut

I’m trying very hard not to mush things up too emotionally with my lengthening of “Oklahoma.”

I am sticking strictly to script, so to speak, not veering from my initial outline in the least. However, as I tweak up the internal angst ever so slightly, the risk of emotional glut rises exponentially.

The dangers are many here, my fellow writers. Tweak carefully.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

The Smashed Plot

I’m considering a little plot tweaking.

Right now, the storyline of The Clockwise Heart doesn’t resemble an arc so much as it does a drunk-off-its-ass giraffe passed out on the floor of a honky-tonk bar.

(Let that visual linger with you for a moment and wince with me, everyone.)

In other words, a big mountainous lump of action, followed by a long stretch of thin, finished off by a glassy eyed hump of overwrought emotion.

Yep, a little tweaking is definitely in order… before someone calls the ASPCA on my poorly-plotted 

butt.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe