It's funny how inspiration comes when you least expect it. Last month, when I first read through my initial draft of Pressed, the sequel to The Patriot Paradox, I discovered I really liked most of the story. However, I did find a fair number of pretty big holes I had to to fill. This is expected. First drafts are fast and furious, a mad scramble to get the ideas out of my head and into the computer before they disappear. Over the past few weeks, I've managed to address most of these issues, except for a particularly rough spot between the 2nd and 3rd sections of the book and another whopper lurking at the ending. As much as I tried, I couldn't figure out a way to make these pieces work and I was beginning to wonder if I would have to push my production schedule and perform a major rewrite on the last third of the book. I really didn't want to do that.
And then it all became clear...
Standing in the shower this morning, I had a revelation. A single scene, about six hundred words or so, carefully inserted at the end of the second part of the book would be more than enough to answer my outstanding questions and provide the bridge I was missing. For the ending, I came up with an entirely new epilogue, more in line with the original intent of the story.
So, for the moment, the road is clear. Once I revise the new bridge scene and write the new epilogue, I can finally move on to content-level revisions and leave the minor story-level stuff for my beta readers to find.
28 September 2011
25 September 2011
Yesterday I stopped in at my local Starbucks to grab some tea, and while I was waiting in line, I noticed a big sign beside the register advertising some sort of pumpkin-spice flavored concoction. It was the kind of hot drink you sip on a brisk fall afternoon after you've finished raking up a big pile of leaves. I couldn’t help but laugh as I collected my grande black iced tea lemonade, and went outside to my car, where the thermometer read 101F. Yep. 101F.
Welcome to the desert.