Going the Write Road
Revision is thinking about it. It, now, is a novel. Being a pantser, I wrote it fast from the seat of my pressed jeans. Plotters sat on the other side, careful under their green eyeshades. It's harder, being a pantser. All the fun is in the word rush and all the field-ploughing is in the revision. We pantsers live in between our ears and rarely glance at plotters who are right there on paper. The straw compass guides us and we love that around-the-corner is always waiting. Fixing all the splashed-out words stays the work, a scene at a time Listen to it; it bangs on the window and sloshes through the curtains. Listen, and accelerate.
Shanghai Sunrise
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A Pretend Novel is a Teasing Thing to Contemplate. Playing "let's pretend" just like a seven-year-old gets me off the hook, leaves hard work for another day. Let's pretend my novel is on Kindle, heaven forfend, and the cash register is buzzing. Author signings are for wimps. Reading on a device makes folks feel like geeks and smile more broadly. Giving them that thrill is a social benefit, sort of like unemployment checks. Having gone the wimp route of being digital, and appearing geeky myself, there is only wonder at the feel of hands on metal and the silence of the turned pages. I want my book to breathe, this Pretend Novel, and give off a delicate perfume of cut tree, and know drops of hot chocolate.
It's "Niecely," by the way
So you don't tell me I am "nice"; this is the pronunciation: Niecely Morris. Unless, of course, you are in Cannes and want to go to that town down further along the French Rivieria, you know, Nice. That'll work, too.