thoughts swirl in sparked synapses
to music one sees.
Introspective this morning? Me? Nahhh. My very first Haiku. The season it’s set in would be spring, a rebirth of thought from the roots of the old, but that is hard to figure out since it’s about nothing you can touch. Yup, I’m in rewrite mode, and the brain is firing in odd ways.
I got through chapter four yesterday, and Rachel’s first day is just about to wind down. The major plot is set (chapter one) new people are introduced, (chapter one and two) and the complications are starting to appear. (chapter three and four.) Today I’m going back to my laundry list that I made yesterday, (again) and seeing what I need to tweak in order to start addressing them. I tried yesterday, and only got the easy stuff. Must get serious about it now.
I’ve already considered three options to one of the biggies on my list and thrown them out this morning, deciding I need to drop back all the way back down to chapter one and add a missed phone call, and then a brief visual in chapter two or three, so that when he shows up in chapter four to actually say something, it makes sense. Not a big change paper wise, maybe a page or two, but big change in the story.
And so it begins . . .
P.S. Ten points if you know what ” joke” the punch line in the title of today’s post goes to.