I just finished writing Year of the Dog ! It had a massive plot hole that I had to fix which turned out to be more work than I expected. Here’s a snippet: “Hey, Auntie Nell.” He wrapped his arms around her, bussing her on the cheek and breathing in pikake flowers and shortbread cookies. And suddenly he was nine years old again, and her solid presence had made his chaotic world stable once more. “What are you doing here?” He usually took her to dinner on Wednesday nights, but today was Tuesday. The edges of her smile faltered a little before brightening right back up again. “What, I can’t visit my nephew?” She angled around him to enter his home. “Is this your new house? Looks lovely.” Which was a blatant lie, because the fixer-upper was barely livable, much less acceptable to a neat-freak like his aunt. She also left four matching pink and purple floral suitcases on the stoop behind her. Only then did Ashwin notice the cab driver standing slightly to the side of the walkway. “Can ...
This month, I have decided to focus more on my Christian Contemporary Romantic Suspense novel, Year of the Dog, so I’ve been spending more time working on it. It’s actually an old manuscript that I submitted to Zondervan but it was never bought, and I’m rewriting/revising it as a (second) prequel novel to my Warubozu Spa Chronicles series set in Hawaii.
Here’s a little bit of what I just rewrote/edited.
This morning, her mom was about to tackle the attic when Marisol put her foot down.
“Mom, I have to go to work. I can’t spend the whole day helping you clean the house.”
“You have plenty of time. What can you possibly do all day now that you quit your job?”
“Oh, I dunno. Renovate my new facility?”
“You’re only going to have dogs there. How much renovation do you really need?”
“It would be nice if the roof didn’t leak and the windows opened and shut. Oh, and I kind of need a floor.”
I guess Marisol’s relationship with her mother isn’t getting better anytime soon …
Here’s a little bit of what I just rewrote/edited.
This morning, her mom was about to tackle the attic when Marisol put her foot down.
“Mom, I have to go to work. I can’t spend the whole day helping you clean the house.”
“You have plenty of time. What can you possibly do all day now that you quit your job?”
“Oh, I dunno. Renovate my new facility?”
“You’re only going to have dogs there. How much renovation do you really need?”
“It would be nice if the roof didn’t leak and the windows opened and shut. Oh, and I kind of need a floor.”
I guess Marisol’s relationship with her mother isn’t getting better anytime soon …
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