Thursday, April 19, 2012
The sandhill crane chick is growing and so is my story. 43,000 words and for once, I do have some idea where it's going. I can't help but notice that I'm veering more and more toward romantic suspense. I also can't help noticing that I've spelt one of the main character's surnames in four different ways. Serves me right for picking a foreign name.
Fingers crossed that the chick survives the predators around here - alligator and raccoons. Until it's grown wings, it's vulnerable. Just like my story. It's not got the right feel yet to make me feel totally comfortable with it. But I just have to be patient and caring - just like that chick's parents who walk around with it all day long.