![]() From the hallway, through the open door of the bedroom, she saw her. ![]() But then why would she have told Lizzie to take care of Patches? The bathroom was small, spotless and empty. “Noelle?” She shut the door behind her, hitting the lock for no reason she could name. Enjoy!Įmerson unlocked the door and walked into the kitchen. Emerson is her sister, who hasn’t heard from Noelle in a couple of days and is worried about her. I am not giving anything away by telling you that the midwife in the story, Noelle, kills herself very early in the book. But for now, I’m going to sit back and enjoy the sense of accomplishment. They will then make their suggestions, which will force me to take to my bed for about twenty-four hours before I pull myself together and start fixing whatever they think needs fixing. Speaking of revisions, what happens next is that my editor and agent will read the book. I think I succeeded, but that is one thing I’ll still be working on in revisions. Second, three of the characters are women around 40 years of age with similar backgrounds and values, which made it difficult to give them distinctive voices. But making that sort of change in a 400+ page manuscript was exhausting and tedious! Whew. I hope you’ll feel closer to her that way–I certainly did. You’ll notice below that Emerson changes to first person in the final draft. ![]() One, I decided halfway through to change the four points of view from third person to first. This book had two major challenges in addition to the usual task of telling a good story. While you may be writing a pile of garbage in the beginning, you can eventually end up with a real book! I do this to encourage those new writers among you. Up until that last month, I’m never sure.Īs I did when I finished The Lies We Told, I thought I’d share a paragraph or two from the first draft as well as from the final (fifth) draft so you can see the transformation. Something miraculous always happens during that last month, though: the characters grow into themselves, the details fill out the story, and most significantly, I finally start to think I’ve written a really good book. Every time, I tell myself I’ll figure out a way to prevent that last month from being such a killer, but I have yet to find the cure. Yeah! The last month of writing a book is sheer torture there seems to be no way around it. I finished The Midwife’s Confession yesterday and John and I are going to see Wickedthis evening to celebrate.
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