I often like to start each day's writing session by reviewing what I wrote the day before. If it's good, I pat myself on the back a little. If it's not so good, I start revising to make it better. Either way, it gets me back into the world of my novel. Primes the pump.
Then there are the times when I read something I wrote last time and can only scratch my head and wonder what the hell I meant to write. A few days ago, while reading and editing a section of the work in progress (provisionally titled The Real Macaw), I came across a scene in which Meg, my heroine, says, "I folded my eyes."
Huh?
No, she didn't narrow them or squint. Maybe I meant to say she folded her arms? I'll never know. I rewrote the paragraph.
I also changed this morning's find, in which the macaw of the title was found "with one head tucked under his wing."
Clearly a very unusual bird. But since I'm not writing urban fantasy, I think the second head will have to go the way of the folded eyes.
Off to write a few more pages so I can stay on schedule. And, no doubt, to write something else that I will find baffling tomorrow morning.
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