tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029855538723228200.post4450130531170834294..comments2016-06-19T14:35:10.261-07:00Comments on Chris von Halle's Blog: Charting Writing ProgressChris Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00628682876855958199noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029855538723228200.post-44832893120754013602012-12-24T10:09:57.521-08:002012-12-24T10:09:57.521-08:00Haha nice! Funny how quick things can change, eh?Haha nice! Funny how quick things can change, eh?Chris Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00628682876855958199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029855538723228200.post-85559401990371229222012-12-23T12:14:13.400-08:002012-12-23T12:14:13.400-08:00The whole thing is much improved now. I'm on a...The whole thing is much improved now. I'm on a rooooollllllll!Anitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06333494452915600562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029855538723228200.post-21912207612413732112012-12-19T14:05:33.854-08:002012-12-19T14:05:33.854-08:00HA - don't we all have and utterly hate those ...HA - don't we all have and utterly hate those moments! Interesting take with the Preface. I'll email you my thoughts, though I'm no expert when it comes to Prefaces.Chris Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00628682876855958199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029855538723228200.post-60165676972122034922012-12-19T12:11:03.831-08:002012-12-19T12:11:03.831-08:00PREFACE
We stood on the edge of something good, a...PREFACE<br /><br />We stood on the edge of something good, and when he dared me to take a leap of faith, I double-dared him back. We held onto each other those last weeks of summer, and for one season, one frame in my life, everything was beautiful.<br /><br />And then death found us. <br /><br />Noah’s hand was slippery, and the canyon—real and unforgiving—loomed below. He begged me to let go, but I wouldn’t give up, not after all we’d been through. <br /><br />Even in those final seconds, there were no regrets. Here in Cañon City, I'd discovered everything I ever wanted. It didn’t matter that it was fleeting, because it was true and good.<br /><br />My muscles quivered, my foothold weakened. I tried to smile at him, to give him back some of the goodness he’d given me. But as his perfect face looked up at mine, I could only cry. <br /><br />And the canyon, wide and open, waited to swallow us whole.<br />Anitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06333494452915600562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029855538723228200.post-240766242400521922012-12-19T09:45:08.226-08:002012-12-19T09:45:08.226-08:00I'm having my worst writing moment EVER!!!!! I...I'm having my worst writing moment EVER!!!!! I just can't get the opening right. Makes me wonder why I do this. Arrrrggggghhhh!Anitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06333494452915600562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029855538723228200.post-20351301117373335842012-12-19T07:49:46.146-08:002012-12-19T07:49:46.146-08:00Well said, Anita. Good luck with your rewrite, and...Well said, Anita. Good luck with your rewrite, and let me know how it goes!Chris Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00628682876855958199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029855538723228200.post-7941190531412192012012-12-18T17:22:14.331-08:002012-12-18T17:22:14.331-08:00Yeah. The process I'm in now requires time, no...Yeah. The process I'm in now requires time, not word count. I have to lay the foundation in these first few chapters, so I keep going back to the beginning over and over and over again...I'm talking the first sentences, the first paragraphs...just trying to get those right takes TIME. The word count thing will probably be necessary next week, though, when I start dropping the nitty gritty of the story onto the page. So...a little of both to consider, I think, time/count. Anitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06333494452915600562noreply@blogger.com