Tuesday, July 16, 2013
I envy my little grandson Jackson, sitting in his paddling pool. I complain when it's cold and now I'm complaining because it's too hot. But the truth is, I write better in the cold. I've been going over an oldish story - trying to twist the hero and the anti hero - and I'm not sure it works yet. I need more from my heroine's point of view. Why choose one guy over another? They're both shits to her. She really shouldn't pick either but I'm a writer of romance - I have to let this book have a happy ending, even if it's a suspense story and not a true romance. But how? Well, I'll sleep on it. See if something occurs to me overnight. I actually think it's harder to rejig something you've already written than write new. But I don't want to let this story go because I've put so much effort into it. Sadly, it's going to be hot again tomorrow. So another bad day for writing but a good day for the paddling pool.