But then I didn't know what to do from there. I made
the corrections and then two of my other sisters agreed to read it. (Thank
heaven for big families) Each had constructive input and I worked
again on the story. I finally had to put it aside, not knowing what else it
needed. I began working on my second novel, then my third followed by a fourth
and finally my fifth. My sisters were again called upon to read and they did
not fail me.
Now ten years later, I have five books with gaping plot holes and
glaring grammar problems. What was I going to do? I decided to take all my
great work and bring it to my sister/author/writer/editor to see what she
thought I should do.
She read the first page guardedly. Being a nice sister, however,
she gave me some ideas and a structure to take the first book to the next
level.
Not as elegant but much needed for England's rainy weather.
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