Thursday, May 16, 2013

Write. Revise. Repeat.

Recently I attended the RT Convention in Kansas City. It was filled with interesting people, fabulous writers and more books than I could carry. And a button.

The bright yellow button, courtesy of the incredibly funny and charming Cherry Adair, says, "Write. Revise. Repeat."

I've been doing that.

Writing - sometimes a river of words, sometimes a trickle.

Revisions - oh my... did I write that? Did I think it was good? Where's my red pen?

Repetition - an endless circle worthy of Dante.

Of course I've revised before. I took my first draft and polished to a high shine. I removed every crutch word, I rewrote passive into active, I added emotion and I learned how to show not tell.

And now I revise again. This time the revisions are more important and the choices are harder. Do I rewrite the first chapter for the fifth time or start anew? Do I sacrifice lyrical description to move the plot along? Do I torture my characters enough?

If only there was a right way and a wrong way. There isn't.

As long as I'm wishing, I'd like someone to stand at my shoulder (akin to my seventh grade English teacher) and point out what I should be doing.

No right way. No wrong way. And sadly, no Dottie McCord. Just a creative process in which the ultimate decisions are left in my newbie hands.

To the friends who read and tell me my heroine is sounding a bit schizophrenic, the agent who insists my first chapter must dazzle and my dreamy husband who cooks, thank you. The end is in sight.


Sunday, January 6, 2013

Sunday Night

Tomorrow we return to a regular week - kids in school, Mom and Dad at work, soccer practice, skatifng practice, etc... Five days of routine. Five days of "What's for dinner?" Five days of "Mom, where is my fill-in-the-blank?" Five days of normal.  I can't wait.

Don't get me wrong, I love the holidays. Christmas carols and sparkling lights and anticipation. Christmas trees and packages wrapped in bright paper and a table full of nutcrackers. Cookies and chocolates and our new favorite - single malt scotch caramels. But...

Monday morning... up early to write, kiddos to school, work, what's for dinner? all sounds like heaven.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

The Merry Widow

And....I'm back.

More than a year since my last post. How is that even possible? Illness, a new job, two children, the ongoing antics of one crazy Weimaraner...take your pick.

In the past year or so I have become oh so fascinated with transitional decades. The Edwardwian Era aka the Gilded Age in particular has caught my attention.

It wasn't Downton Abbey that struck my fancy. Nope, it was the hats. The hats. The hats. The hats.

I love hats. When it comes to historical hats, I love sweeping brims and the swirl of ostrich feathers. I adore double brims softened with tulle. And, of course, I love The Merry Widow - so named for its appearance in the operetta as presented on the English stage. Designed by Lady Lucile Gordon Duff, worn by Lily Elsie, it is the stuff hat dreams are made of.

The Merry Widow hat