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closing chapters

Writing and Rewriting ... editing 
doors open, the story begins
                opportunities present themselves

some things materialize, become real, relationships are established
                bonds are created
                                but what holds them together, invisible glue?
                                                                                why does it dissolve and wash away?

page after page the story unfolds
                                drama, romance, comedy
                                                                then tragedy strikes

unable to put the story down
                reading on for the what’s next
                                                                an unexpected turn of events
                                the story changes, begins to unravel

have we reached the closing chapters?
                is it the beginning of the end
                                                                or the end of the beginning?

a new novel to be written
                doors opening, the story beginning

we just can’t see it … yet


This is life.  In reality it is full of more twists and turns than the most convoluted soap opera.  Characters enter stage right into the screenplay being written by our existence.  The scene changes with each stroke of ink on a page.

How do we keep our bearings during  editing and rewriting times?  I have ideas, but I think it is different for each person.  Editing has to be experienced and grasped with fierce intention before clarity-confidence inks the page.

Redrafting chapters…

Missy


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  1. Wildlife Art by SylJuly 28, 2014 at 5:49 PM

    What can I say, when you have aptly said it all..."Life: well written my daughter. Love Mom

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    1. Missy AJuly 29, 2014 at 4:16 PM

      Thanks...it's time to get my head back into the process.

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  2. sewsavyJuly 30, 2014 at 5:11 PM

    It sounds as though another chapter has ended and a new one must be started. My homepage says, "You have the power to say, 'This is not how my story will end'." I have it to remind myself that I continually write the script with my thoughts and can chose so much of what comes into my life and goes out of it. That was beautifully written. I like it enough to keep it to read over again many times. Hope you are well.

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    1. Missy AAugust 2, 2014 at 10:39 AM

      Hi Marlene! I love what your page says. Thanks for the reminder; it's all too easy to forget. I've enjoyed watching the progress you are making on your new home.

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