Books author - "Judy Colella"
Who was this guy? He kept appearing in random places, affecting unrelated lives, his behavior wavering between that of a dream, and that of the dreamer. Who was he? Now that was a question to which he'd love an answer more than anyone...
No one gets it perfect, much less the first time. Well, except Mozart. But as writers, we should accept the whole idea of editing our work and see it as being as integral a part of our writing as the story itself. Here, then, is my hard-earned wisdom (ahem) on getting rid of what's unnecessary, and an example of how I cut the fat. So to speak. Or write. Yes, I need to stop adding non-sentences now.
Well! The holidays are upon us, but somehow we writers keep plugging away. With the help of the other members here, we can get great, useful feedback, but sometimes it seems we keep running headlong into a brick wall. Or a brick Christmas tree, if you will. Self-editing - the bane of writers everywhere. Ho-ho-ho...bleh.
Sierra Collins goes on a vacation at the suggestion of a co-worker. That was on a Friday. On Monday, she wakes up in a strange hotel room with no memory of the past two days, a cheap wedding ring on her hand, and the sinking feeling that she's done something unbelievably stupid. Based loosely on a Carrie Underwood song.
It's a typical night in the Thirsty Unicorn, the bar where Jason works, listening to the woes and tears of his customers as he pours out liquid amnesia. Typical, except for one man with disturbing eyes.
Who was this guy? He kept appearing in random places, affecting unrelated lives, his behavior wavering between that of a dream, and that of the dreamer. Who was he? Now that was a question to which he'd love an answer more than anyone...
No one gets it perfect, much less the first time. Well, except Mozart. But as writers, we should accept the whole idea of editing our work and see it as being as integral a part of our writing as the story itself. Here, then, is my hard-earned wisdom (ahem) on getting rid of what's unnecessary, and an example of how I cut the fat. So to speak. Or write. Yes, I need to stop adding non-sentences now.
Well! The holidays are upon us, but somehow we writers keep plugging away. With the help of the other members here, we can get great, useful feedback, but sometimes it seems we keep running headlong into a brick wall. Or a brick Christmas tree, if you will. Self-editing - the bane of writers everywhere. Ho-ho-ho...bleh.
Sierra Collins goes on a vacation at the suggestion of a co-worker. That was on a Friday. On Monday, she wakes up in a strange hotel room with no memory of the past two days, a cheap wedding ring on her hand, and the sinking feeling that she's done something unbelievably stupid. Based loosely on a Carrie Underwood song.
It's a typical night in the Thirsty Unicorn, the bar where Jason works, listening to the woes and tears of his customers as he pours out liquid amnesia. Typical, except for one man with disturbing eyes.