I’m riding the UtopYA high! Super excited about all the wonderful writers and readers and bloggers I met & old friends I had the pleasure of hugging and catching up with. And because of how fabulous they are, I’ve been really inspired in my own work. I thought I’d share this pic. It’s gorgeous! I’m loving Boulder…a stop on my way home, where I’m having an great time catching up with my daughter.
I always think edits will go faster than they actually do. LOL. This morning I think I spent an hour on these two graphs alone. My goals was to do a read through to catch inconsistencies. But I found myself tinkering with every word. It’s fun to find just the right word, of course… 🙂 Travel is funny. I always seem to injure myself somehow when I’m on the road. I’ve got a nice raspberry on my leg where I ran into a sharp corner somewhere. And I have brain farts too. Like this morning when I thought my laptop had finally died, when it just completely ran down and was out of a charge. LOL! I’m blaming it on the altitude. YIKES! I guess my brain isn’t used to being high off UtopYA & a mile high 🙂
Here’s a teaser from the two graphs from The Storytellers I worked on this morning, it’s the beginning of my first adult novel which releases this August:
Grandma Olive gripped the arm of her antique cherry rocker and braced herself, inching up out of its seat. She took to her feet, smoothed a strand of hair off her moist forehead and stared into little Alexandra’s eyes. “Little lamb,” she said, “good stories have a life of their own.”
Not even a breeze had graced the front porch on that that muggy, August Chicago night but chills raced over Alex’s body anyway. See the moonlight had cast a glow over Grandma’s face, exaggerating her wrinkles and bathed her gray eyes in such a way Alex thought Grandma had taken one step closer to the grave. The heat had cast a surreal spell too, enough to melt butter in the kitchen and fantasy into reality while neighbors spun stories long into the night on the porch, as they had every summer Wednesday in Alex’s memory. Whatever the reason, the moonlight or the heat, Grandma’s words became larger than life, haunting Alex and her world changed in a heartbeat.