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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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Tagged Fiction editing, long fiction, novel editing, Novel plotting, novel writing
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Flint & Feather Resurrected
Above the laptop is a packet of radish seeds. A ball of string.
Adjustable spanner.
Two staplers.
Secateurs. Continue reading
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Tagged Allotmenteering, Beans, Cabbages, Chives, fiction writing, golden courgette, Growing Veggies, love, nasturtium, novel writing, Round Green Courgette, seeds, Sorrel, Squash
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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
