This week I took the prologue, which I had cruelly cut from the beginning of L.M.R., and transported it to chapter 9 wherein I transformed it into a flashback. In order to do this I used my friend Becca’s critique notes and then cut 400 words out, making the whole thing much more flashback friendly…hopefully. Then I showed the new first sentence of my story (which used to be on page 6) to the Hunky Hubby. I hardly ever do this as he is full of “helpful insights” and would rather blindly love my stories (ie. not read them and say they are wonderful) then be forced to assess them honestly. But I was desperate and knew that the sentence was not working and required his fierce eye for detail. I was not disappointed and after reading only one paragraph he gave me some advice that demands a complete revision of the entire manuscript…but which left me with a much much better first sentence. Sigh.
I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!