I've shared a couple of Journey of a Novel tales with you. The word journey implies to me a bit of work, but a path of joy and satisfaction at the end...my experience until now. I'm here to tell you, today, that ever so often the journey is more of a treacherous trek.
The Deep Well of Love and Murder, the fifth and final book of my Love and Murder Series, is a hard fought labor of creation. I think I posted about the deep well of funk I wallowed in during the writing of it. When I finally, with great effort, wrote
the end, and sent it off to my editor I received back what is now a funny response. "Brenda, are you okay? Don't take this wrong, but after reading the first three chapters, I have to ask if there's anything wrong." Yeah, that bad.
But I was able to plunge in and do a rewrite which resulted in kudos from her. "Now, that's the Brenda I love to read."
Still, there were edits to do. And edits, and edits. For some reason, every time I read this book, I find more. I thought I did my last (and third round). My editor sees it differently. Her email today said since I found so many needed corrections, I'll need to read it again. That sound is me banging my head on the wall.
I'm going to share a few of my last finds with you. Keep in mind, I had already read the book four times, and I still managed to find these. And this wasn't all I found. How is that possible??!
Page
87 line 23
Ah
hell, who knows? I’ll wring the son of bitch’s neck when I find out who he is.”
Left
out the word a.
Ah
hell, who knows? I’ll wring the son of a bitch’s neck when I find out who he
is.”
Page
205 line 8
Nearly
as still as a statue, only his chest moved with a shallow breath, he studied
her.
The
word while left out and no need for comma.
Nearly
as still as a statue, only his chest moved with a shallow breath while he
studied her.
Page
298 line 13
Another
buck of her hips took her breath away from the pain.
Words
in wrong order.
Another
buck of her hips and the pain took her breath away.
Page
337 line 28
fingers
across his chest, and reveled in his thumping heart beating their rhythm on her
palms.
Their
should be the.
fingers
across his chest, and reveled in his thumping heart beating the rhythm on her
palms.
So...I'll be getting another galley to read. I'm beginning to think this book will never get published. On the other hand, I'm glad I have a patient yet hard-nosed agent behind me.
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