Between

Spring                                                                    Bloodroot Moon

A rainy Saturday.  The snow has begun to melt faster and the front yard has a few wide expanses of what looks like moldy grass.  Which, of course, is what it is.  This next week or two will see the daffodil, crocus, scylla and bloodroot bloom.  Then we’ll have emerging and  blooming that will last well into fall.   Work for ourselves begins, too:  planting, weeding, tree felling, fire pit and area finishing, bee keeping, bagging the apple blooms in the orchard.  The dogs of course have hole digging, barking and animal hunting.

These kind of days are the portals between the seasons when one lets go, grudgingly, and the other insists, sometimes gently, sometimes not on ascendance.

A fire in the fire place, a good book.  Or, as I’ve got right now, another sentence from Ovid.

Rewriting

Spring                                                                     Bloodroot Moon

Up early and down to the western burbs to the beautiful home of Lonnie and Stefan Helgeson on the banks of Minnehaha Creek.  Stefan expanded on his written critiques of Missing, all helpful.  Each beta reader has had a different perspective, offering me a valuable look at the manuscript, that of the reader.

Here’s an example.  Each time I had a clearing in the forest, it had a stream.  Trouble is, as Stefan points out, streams don’t often flow through clearings since trees and shrubs tend to grow up along their banks.  What I had done, invisible to me, was provide a stream with a clearing each time the horses needed to stop for water.  In solving one problem I created another.  This kind of thing does not become obvious without help.

Others found the frequent use of the first person distracting from the story; Stefan found it engaging for exactly the reasons I had wanted to use it.  Perhaps the best solution lies somewhere in between.

This is the last but one of the beta readers to check in and I’m almost finished with my read through.  Probably this week.  Then, I begin revising in earnest, going back over everyone’s comments one more time, getting a preliminary strategy and starting the rewrite.

With five other novels written I know this revision process is the piece that has stood between me and publication.  Well, I can hear Kate say, there is that marketing piece, too.  And she’s right.  But the two together.  Then I can start working the various markets.  With the short stories, too.