|Pondering the Woodpile|
|Watching Me, Watching the Fire|
On top of the weather, my wood requires baby-sitting. It won't catch a flame and burn without constant supervision. So today, I've been staring at the woodpile more often than I normally would, as if it were the highlight of my day.
Some highlight, I grump to myself.
And then, my mind begins to explore possibilities. What does the woodpile have to teach me about rewriting my novel? Well...
- Like green wood, heavy, wet words don't catch the spark as well as seasoned tinder.
- A slow beginning is frustrating. Catch your readers on fire and keep them warm throughout the entire story.
- Build a steady stack on a firm foundation; build a novel on a solid narration.