I’m in that stage with Life As We Knew It where I have printed off the manuscript and am taking a red pen to it. Words look so different on the computer screen. I bleed red ink. Shane changes how he says things. I realize that I need a character to think like the New Yorker he is. I see the grass bend before the wind.
The story deepens and I bleed red ink.
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