After reading the latest YA novel that was recommended to me, I feel awful. And wonderful. And determined.
I realized that writing is like painting. Stay with me on this one. First, you sketch and then add colors layer by layer to make it something beautiful. With writing, an author throws if down and stands back to see the missing colors. Will the reader feel and breathe the world created?
The author whose book I'm reading is a master at bringing to life the details that make a reader feel like they know the place! The imagery is spot on. A bridge that appears skeletal at night, the black outline in the distance.
While I was captured by the words, I also felt a moment of panic. My latest manuscript wasn't doing that! Deep breath, count to ten, close my eyes. I realized that I was still sketching...the colors will come.
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