My 2021 Nanowrimo (aka momomo) middle-grade novel from last November is in the revision stages, especially the first 10-20 pages.
Revising what I mo-ed like geyser-gush from a broken sprinkler head last year is: good. I truly enjoy the challenge of translating the rapids of my (sub)consciousness.
I like powerwalking mornings and receiving new information about characters I naively thought were DONE!, or suddenly realizing the true color of wild lavender plants as I walk on by, or how ducks and coots really behave on ponds and lakes (crucial details for my momomo), etc.
And I’ve started hanging out with the teen as he does his homework, opening his curtains and window, letting spring inside his cave, lounging on his bed with the kitten as he glances at me like I’m a freak from Mars. Yesterday, I casually pointed out that he’d left a wet bath towel on his floor AGAIN, to which he responded:
Without looking up from his computer.
My 14 year old son says: INDEED.
The joy I felt was hard to contain.
Definitely going to use his “Indeed” in my novel.
Yours in carrying on as spring blooms and humans sneeze,