First, my sincere apologies for not having updated this blog for so long. Last week we found out my husband has melanoma, and it knocked us both sideways a bit. Today is exploratory surgery, and we will learn more. Enough of that.
I have begun editing my Civil War novel, after letting in hide away for a couple months. How interesting. I word-searched the phrase “There is” for starters and received over two hundred hits. Good grief Charlie Brown! If there is anyone out there who does not know, this phrase, or any other form of the verb “to be” is not a good way to begin a sentence. “There is a lot of rain blowing against the window” is so flat compared to “Rain blows against the window in torrents.”
Writing reminds me of learning to bowl when I was in high school. My father taught me. From the moment you hold the ball and look down the lane at the pins, you must remember to relax, let your arm fall straight down in an arc, release your held breath, left foot first, bend a little at the knees, lift behind exactly straight, look right at where you want the ball to go, keep your hand straight, thumb next to you, fingers on the side, the ball must just kiss the board, point it where you want it to go, etc. etc. I am sure I forgot something. Do it and do it and do it until those little synapses in your brains and arms and fingers are built and do everything automatically. Lots of time and lots of practice. Same with tennis, soccer, horseback riding, football. Writing.