Certainly, there are rare miracles of talent whose first works are perfect, cultivated pearls from the get-go. The rest of us start with lumps and bumps. As we learn more, we realize how little we know. We open to revising more than funky punctuation. Sometimes we have to re-vision. We might sigh as we tap the delete key, but we tap away. The love of the pearls is still there, but we want them crafted into something more enduring.
Here’s the opening from The Saintmaker, a romantic fantasy I’m revising. My first draft began with a leisurely bit of world building. It suffered from point-of-view issues and a heroine with no clear interior plight. In the revision, I begin with the heroine’s interior goal, motivation and conflict, while doing a little world and suspense building.
I am so looking forward to wearing that diamond tennis bracelet for an evening. Then, the creative side of me needs to set it aside and start stringing a new strand of pearls.
Was this to be a confession or not? Goosebumps sprang up on Arvana’s arms as she clutched her journal of self-examination to her chest. The
Madre Cassiendra did not smile her usual wise, serene smile. In the light of the single candle, the lines around the