re: Discussing the Writing Challenges -- August & September
The grandchildren are adorable, Parson!
Judge, I hate to break it to you, but we don't have horrible heat here where I live. Our little town catches a lot of breezes that the other towns and cities around here don't, we only have two or three weeks of heat during the summer (and not consecutively) and they only feel bad because we aren't used to them. We have a lovely climate here most of the time. Our evening breeze came in a couple of hours early today, and right now it's in the low sixties on our front porch (a quick conversion tells me it's 17 degrees Celsius)*
I usually don't get the hidden things in the stories unless someone gives me a clue. Well, sometimes it's more like someone hits me over the head with a clue, after the manner of a sledgehammer.
In my story there was almost a hidden thing in one of the lines, that is, I discovered it was almost there and I only had to add one little word, but even though I could make it work, I never quite liked the sound of it. Ultimately, I changed the line until it isn't even almost there. I like to think I chose art over mystery. That's what I tell myself. Yup. That was it.
*Although any time we have to go to one of the nearest towns to do something for a few hours during those weeks, the heat nearly destroys us. Even so, it's not what people in some parts of California would call hot.
The grandchildren are adorable, Parson!
Judge, I hate to break it to you, but we don't have horrible heat here where I live. Our little town catches a lot of breezes that the other towns and cities around here don't, we only have two or three weeks of heat during the summer (and not consecutively) and they only feel bad because we aren't used to them. We have a lovely climate here most of the time. Our evening breeze came in a couple of hours early today, and right now it's in the low sixties on our front porch (a quick conversion tells me it's 17 degrees Celsius)*
I usually don't get the hidden things in the stories unless someone gives me a clue. Well, sometimes it's more like someone hits me over the head with a clue, after the manner of a sledgehammer.
In my story there was almost a hidden thing in one of the lines, that is, I discovered it was almost there and I only had to add one little word, but even though I could make it work, I never quite liked the sound of it. Ultimately, I changed the line until it isn't even almost there. I like to think I chose art over mystery. That's what I tell myself. Yup. That was it.
*Although any time we have to go to one of the nearest towns to do something for a few hours during those weeks, the heat nearly destroys us. Even so, it's not what people in some parts of California would call hot.
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