Maybe I'm just desperate to blog creatively but here goes. A chapter from my young adult mystery/thriller is ready to share with my critique group tomorrow. Today as I was making a loaf of sour dough bread, I waxed sort of poetic and compared the baking of bread to writing and revising.
This chapter has been giving me fits. I did my best to mix all the ingredients then put it aside hoping the "yeast" of more depth would rise and make the chapter seem bigger. This morning as I read through it, it seemed a smidgeon bigger, but it needed more revision, so I pound it down and and revised a little more.
Of course, the loaf of bread is pretty on the surface, nice color, crisp crust, but after I slice it...?
I'm hoping they tell me I baked this chapter just right.