I need a description of an attic in an old New England estate–any takers? I’m willing to pay $100.00 for the best one.
Well, not exactly. I’m lucky if I have $25 in my bank account.
But, sometimes, Lord, I trip over a moment that needs refining, and I can’t move forward until that piece is done, and done right. That means, I have to dig in, research, study images, or, even better, visit an old estate, walk up into the attic–feel, taste, touch it–only then can I write it. Any less, is hogwash–incomplete.
Another set of eyes is invaluable. My sister, the writing guru, recipient of a few prestigious short story awards, Grace Paley being just one of them, who is also my reader, pointed out too much alliteration at the end of my latest work. Overdone? How much is too much? In my story “Peter” I decided it was not just for style but a subversive twist on an innocent limerick/tongue twister enjoyed by Mother and son. I won’t say anymore. When I wrote it, no, I did not know it. Maybe it was my subconscious at work. Well, that’s not always an infallible tool. Editors might like it, or trip over it (like my sister). So I sought my oracle aka Google, and I found differing viewpoints about using alliteration and then I found this this: “It works well for advertising because Picky people pick Peter Pan peanut butter it’s the peanut butter picky people pick.” That sums it up for me. I’ll definitely revisit my second to last paragraph. Otherwise, “Peter” is ready to go.