Fortunately, the sun came out right away and melted it. But the view brought to mind a poem I once wrote after a late snow.
After Late Snow
Blow up a wind,blow softly,blow up a soft wind,says Spring.Send a bloom,send ripening.Such seedling thoughts are groundedwhere they lie.The garden looks the other way,
adrift in sky.
I've been a little adrift, too, retooling the first 15-20 pages of Death Over Easy. After going over some two dozen earlier drafts, I decided that my first attempts were the best. They gave a better sense of who Emma Trace was and why she was on the brink of change. I had such a fear of overwriting and making the reader wait too long for action that I'd cut too much and flattened her. So I've been putting things back.
With the exception of the action scenes, which were much harder to write than I'd imagined, the rest of the revisions are straightforward. There are details I forgot to tie up (what happened to the letter?), a few impossibilities (a daring escape), and some inaccuracies (time of day, length of swim).
I still have diary entries to write. These will be painful because of the subject matter.
The ending needs to be filled out. A few more things―but not all―should be resolved by the turn of the last page.
And then I will be done (again). And then it goes to a few more readers, including a friend who's a retired homicide detective. And then―off to agents or publishers. I'm not sure which way to go yet.
Next week I will literally be adrift in sky as I head to California to visit my oldest daughter and her boyfriend. I get to spend a few lovely days inhaling the jasmine in Berkeley, watching the Afters do improv, getting my hair cut by my fave stylist, sightseeing, shopping at the Berkeley Bowl and Mrs. Dalloway's Bookshop, laughing, talking, and catching up on our lives. Hooray!
Go visit the fabulous Mary Lee over at A Year of Reading for the rest of the Poetry Friday roundup.
6 more days till
"After Late Snow" © Toby Speed 2011. All rights reserved.