Month: April 2015
I’ve slowed down. Reading aloud the first eighty pages whizzed by, but now it’s dragging a bit. This is as it should be. As the story grows, more strands are woven in, and I must be more analytical to make sure I don’t drop a stitch (how’s that for a knitting metaphor by a non-knitter?). I notice things my characters,...
The Next Loop
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I told y’all I was going to keep you in the loop—how many times have I made such a promise then let my commitment fall by the wayside? I’m trying to have more stamina this time, so here goes.
The next step in revising: I’m about to embark on reading The Bone Trench out loud.
I’ve incorporated all the action points from...
Revising, Ellen Style
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I’ve never done this before, but—hey, that’s how you keep from getting old, right? Try new things? So here goes—I’m folding you in, inviting you along, opening the curtain, and showing you how the sausage is made.
Yesterday I began the revisions to The Bone Trench recommended by my editor Gretchen. I’ve posted about this...
A Fine Line
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I’m walking a fine line here. Let’s set aside for the moment the fact that I’m glad to be walking any kind of line these days. Let’s focus on the fine line. The one that exists between surgeries. One hip done. One to go. What do we now know?
* Don’t do a hip surgery without zippered shoes or velcroed shoes or something...
Easter Questions
Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on . Posted in GOD, LOVE, Racism to Reconciliation. 12 Comments on Easter Questions
My priest today said during the Easter season to keep asking questions, so here are mine:
* Why do we ask, “Why didn’t she leave him?” Why don’t we ask, “Why does he keep hitting her?”
* Can we view the world as a blob rather than a pyramidal hierarchy or dichotomy? No more top and bottom; no more this and that. Can we see it as us in one messy...