So I talked to my sister who actually is an author/writer/editor
and asked her for some advice on what to do about my problem of having a story
evolve but not a solid idea of where it should go. She advised me to throw
all my work away. To be brave and trash it all. Then to sit down and write the
story from memory.
I nearly had a heart attack. Thanked her for her advice and then
quickly left her home. How could I throw away my life's work? How would I
remember all the intricate details, all the over- developed descriptions
of corner tables and rugs?
I like the ordinary. This is one of those gowns that doesn't actually stand out. However, could you just imagine Eleanor or Maryanne wearing it in their little cozy cottage?
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