I ran out a hard copy of A Fly on the Wall yesterday. Initial corrections were completed on Sunday and I thought I may as well get it printed out. I wrote in Courier New 12, but printed it out in Times New Roman 11 to give my poor, long-suffering eyes a new view of it. That and a few days rest will make it seem fresh, at least at this stage.
Usually I stick to the obvious errors and wait for the editing-proper cycle to get big stuff done. This time was different.
I read Twilight (Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown and C0mpany, copyright 2005) last week to see what all the fuss was about. I realized partway through I was doing something she'd been criticized for.
I'd been tossing in weak and pointless non-restrictive adjective clauses. I thought they were charming and part of the voice.
Her clauses got her a book contract. Mine had to go.
As ruthless as I was, some still remain. Perhaps a few will be spared.
Meanwhile, I am lost. My creative self is off having an after-work beer while my editing self is too busy sticking its tongue out at me to be of any use.
That leaves reading --and the last resort of housework--to keep me occupied while I wonder what I'll write next. I have an idea for another book, but it refuses to make itself fully known.
Fortunately I've been topping up the TBR pile even as I'm trying to trim it.
The other day I started reading a book about Aristotle and how he came to teach the young Alexander.
Here are two sentences from The Golden Mean by Annabel Lyon (Vintage Canada, copyright 2009)
"I follow my nephew's finger and see the city on the marshy plain below us, bigger than I remember, more sprawling. The rains is thinning, spitting and spatting now, under a suddenly lucid gold-grey sky."
And from A Fly on the Wall:
"You know, Dottie, that's exactly what this young man did. We're ancient history, legends, mythical almost. We're Sasquatches to him and he's put a mirror up to us."
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