One time when I was little, the dog swallowed my mother's diamond earring. For the next few days, she had to follow him around poking through his shit to find the stud. That's me revising. I underwrite. Then I pile in all this crap. Then have to rake through it to find the one diamond worth saving. I'm gonna patent it and call it the Dad the Dog Shit Pile Method of Revising.
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(Dad the Dog is a whole nother story)
#WritingWonders MC POV Have you ever kept a secret from your closest friend? If so, why?
As if there were anyone in the world who needs to know all your business. That's just dumb. Juvenile. Like little kids whispering behind their palms. Tell people stuff, they'll use it against you. Every. Time. And then it's your own fault for trusting them. You know what's better? Keep your stuff your stuff and don't have friends.
Wisdom of Karol Reid, IN THE NAME OF MISSISSIPPI
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That is awesome. You write so well these agents would be fools to pass.
nostr:npub15wtkkf7yxmea8g4mstwjlu4hsm40luj6f65m99hqjyjh7nes8eqstl7rek TY! That is so very nice of you to say.
I'd like to elaborate on my last post. They are "dream agents" bc they represent Southern writers I admire. That gives me confidence in their attraction to my writing, and in their ability to pitch it. I had never heard of them before coming across their list. Also "dream" bc they responded within 36 hours. And will get back yay or nay within 2 weeks. All good things to me.
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nostr:npub1gvlm848sp2nfehhdyvtzkgw65l2aqnwghmx5czauwlq4kqmxsrysdh8ag7 Congratulations! And good luck!
nostr:npub1ch5a7g7yualwxves2xkhjhq6w46ul8d0e8hunwk4929j6css2x0qvedxxq TY! At least I'll have a better MS.
nostr:npub1h847dnfwq4umpx53q49jxq6s84ajs6ls7qvmh0gw4y4e6gdz6mrsc2y7p6 Thank you, I appreciate it!
I knew I was on the right trajectory when a reader made me stop at the epigraph—The river of God is full of water Psalms 65:9—to say, oh, that's perfect.
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When I was little, we would afix cloth strips to large coffee cans and tie empty spools of thread to the other end of the strips. We made harnesses from more strips and shrugged the coffee cans onto our backs. So equipped, we popped the spools into our mouths and ventured into the sunken lot behind our duplex. Scuba diving, we were. In the Mississippi summer where the air was humid as an ocean.
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Goodness. I have been gone, gone, gone. But now I'm back.
Maybe it's because my dad died in a violent accident when I was 3, but I'm always ready for the universe to whiplash me. Just when things are going well, look out for the dagger to come sailing through the dark. When it doesn't, I am grateful.