Happy New Year kids!
I hope you all played nice and had some lovely days off. Jay and I spent New Years Day walking around Central Park and saw a cardinal and a red-tailed hawk through the binoculars of a lovely nearby ornithologist. It was a beautiful day.
And now, back to business. So today I’m over at Girl Who Reads talking about my least favorite part of writing. Revision.
Ugh. I dislike it most even though a friend of mine says it separates the real writers from the “noodlers.”
True, but it’s still a pain in the butt. My problem is that I can’t always see what needs to go and what needs to stay.
So when Donna at Girl who Reads asked me to come by and talk about my book I figured why not share the things that were left on the cutting room floor as I went through draft after draft to finalize Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb. Things like this:
1. Lizzy’s name was Hamlet. I’m not kidding. I named a 12-year-old girl Hamlet Shakes.Oh wait…2. Lizzy wasn’t 12. She was 8. I named an 8-year-old girl Hamlet Shakes. How cruel.
Ally Malinenko 