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Inch of the Day 22 September 2015: Hurdling Through Flint and Feather
Following on from yesterday’s Inch – about the editing of my novel manuscript, Flint and Feather, I began a revision of the scenes by calling them, instead of scenes, obstacles. In the sense of obstacles to be overcome. I didn’t just change the … Continue reading
Inch of the Day Saturday 19 September 2015: Flint and Feather
Flint and Feather is my manuscript-in-edit first novel. A right old tangled mess, but which I’ve been able to start smoothing out for a few months. It’s more like an inch a month project at the moment. But then I just read something and it gave me an idea of how better, i.e. faster, to progress it. It won’t be an original idea, except for me.
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The Laurel Grove Mysteries: Flint & Feather: Scene X Edit
Flint & Feather: Scene X
She tucked away her car under the dense canopy of the towering pine. It stood on the opposite side of the narrow lane that gave access to Padraic’s garden. Better again, it was also 50 metres or so from the garden gate. It normally provided discreet cover – but not tonight. What had Ginny called it? Worm Moon. The wormy moon is full waxing, Ginny had said. The poesy of her speech was so far out of character as to sound ridiculous. She’d had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She could see some logic, for once, though. It was March. Worms would be working the soil, to stir it from its wintry sleep, awaken dormant seeds. Continue reading
