Thursday, August 9, 2012

Middles


Sometimes 
you have to rip out
big chunks
of the story

in order to
fix
lumpy, bumpy bits.

(Meanwhile, this is what our driveway looks like today.)
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7 comments:

  1. Library JewelAugust 9, 2012 at 3:35 PM

    What a good comparison to writing! I hope you are smoothly crossing the driveway soon.

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  2. Lori SkoogAugust 9, 2012 at 3:43 PM

    Boy! Have you been busy!

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  3. KateAugust 9, 2012 at 3:50 PM

    One book that needs no weeding for clumps and another memorable first line...my all-time-favorite...“I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice – not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.”

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  4. Jess StorkAugust 9, 2012 at 6:54 PM

    This makes me smile :)
    Just have to figure out the right bits.

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  5. BirdmanAugust 10, 2012 at 8:37 AM

    Don't you love editors? They convince us to rip apart the pieces we truly love. Enjoy the new driveway! We park on driveways; drive on parkways. What gives?

    Oh my gosh!!!! Owen Meany. I almost forgot. Thanks for the reminder, Kate. You probably realize I'm a big Irving fan.

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  6. MalyssAugust 12, 2012 at 12:48 PM

    Is it in front of your door ?!:(

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  7. Sharon CreechAugust 12, 2012 at 12:59 PM

    Malyss: yes.

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