The last time I wrote on this blog was in October of last year. Wow. I cannot believe how consumed I’ve been with flipping this book to first person. It has taken forever or seems like forever. I finally finished it, and I have my readers in place.
Why in the word did I ever decide to flip my narrator from third person to first person? It’s because it sounds so much better now. I like this book. I really like it. Changing to first person was really the best thing I’ve done for this book, but it was tons of work. I really re-wrote the book.
If ever any writers want to flip their narrator, talk to me first. It’s a huge commitment.
I’m happy with it.
I’m glad I can start blogging again. I was just so consumed with this book that I placed any other writing on the back burning. Yes. I have another idea stirring about something completely different, but that is literally another story.
And I have the second book to write of Raven’s Return. Don’t worry. It will be in first person.
With all the edits Brownie Fix has been through, it’s come back, full circle to the book I want, but now it’s better. I connected two of my threads that I dropped and added an element that I knew was there but just did not see it. Losing my voice was so easy with all the editing, and then I began to doubt myself as the book went slowly away from my original vision. It’s back to me now, and I really like it. I had to dig deep and find my main character’s voice again.
So what do you do when you lose your character’s voice? Dig deep and look at the original vision and stick to it, making sure that all the threads are in place. In other words, keep writing, and the voice will come out again full force. If you’re got something good, listen to your gut and believe it.
I started this blog to write about the insane world of writing and publishing, but it turns out that I'm writing more about my life because it just gets in the way . . . all the time. Have fun reading the ramblings from my crazy writer's mind. We're all crazy, really.
Chocolate. Love. Sex. Really, what else could a woman want in life? For Persey, the heroine of Brownie Fix, her days are fun-filled until what is normally one of life’s most fulfilling experiences, the birth of her son, leads her straight into a dark state of postpartum depression.
Wandering in her own postpartum hell, Persey meets people that are absurd, like the swinging neighbors who want a little more than a cup of sugar and a group of mothers who become whipped up in worship to a climactic furor. On top the madness, she keeps seeing a yellow-toothed old man who acts like he wants to breastfeed from her. Or is it her imagination? Add the voices in her head that become louder and louder, and it’s little wonder that Persey reaches for brownie mix to soothe her insanity.
Buckling under the pressure and lack of sleep from motherhood, Persey experiences the five stages of grief that lead her to uncover a buried secret, and gradually she begins to heal with the help of her family, friends, and, of course, brownies.
The last time I wrote on this blog was in October of last year. Wow. I cannot believe how consumed I’ve been with flipping this book to first person. It has taken forever or seems like forever. I finally finished it, and I have my readers in place.
