Some time ago, you might remember my lamenting that my mother suggested I might want to add on a prologue.
Well I didn’t want to but since she is my biggest cheerleader, I decided to give it a try. And there’s no nice way to put this…
I mean it stunk bad. And I didn’t like it. I edited and edited and edited but no matter how hard I tried, I could not make it sound good.
Then, a few days ago, I received a very upsetting phone call.
And apparently, that was the catalyst that God was waiting for because it gave me whatever I needed to pour life (even by way of grief) into Leah’s story.
Since then, I have worked doggedly to pour as much of my ragged emotions into the story as possible and I just want to share a little bit of it with you.
The picture above has a quote from that same prologue – well, not the same prologue… the much edited one. The one I poured my emotions into.
And that one – I LIKE!
In the last couple of days, I have edited the following two chapters and made a point to pour that same level of emotion into them as well.
And… BONUS! I’ve added over 1,000 words to the manuscript as well!
So…now on to the rest of the book.
© Rachel L. Miller 2014 (Author of Amish Fiction)