It's been a minute since my last post, so I thought I would fill you in on what's been keeping me busy!

A few weeks ago, we moved from Albany, New York to Fort Lee, Virginia, where my husband is stationed for the next six months. We made the nine-hour drive south in two cars; in mine, the dog, the two-year-old, and no good music or adult conversation because my phone leaped out of my back pocket into the toilet before we left… On a related note, did you know that Target sells wine down here?! It was a very, very happy surprise when we finally arrived and I had to run in for a roll of paper towels.

Anyway, amidst the chaos and clutter of uprooting our home, I have been working on edits for the first three chapters {roughly the first third} of my book. It seems like inspiration always strikes when the mind is furthest from it, so of course as we were unloading the moving truck I was flooded with ideas on how to improve my novel. My husband wanted to kill me because I kept disappearing to write down my thoughts, but I promised him it would be worth it. For months, I had been really stubborn about keeping a particular theme in my story, but suddenly it became clear what my editor was saying all along about the theme being unnecessary. I also had spoken-word style poetry in a few places throughout the manuscript – the idea was that the protagonist’s voice was moving from her subconscious to conscious thought through this medium – but decided to remove it as well per my editor’s recommendation. I still am attached to this concept {it was what I originally based the story on} but realize now that it didn’t convey what I wanted it to in a story that eventually took on a direction and life of it's own. Perhaps I will share the poems in a future post, to ease the blow of the cutting room floor : ) . 

As the last of the packed boxes sit disapprovingly at the corners of the room while I write this, I am left with the notion that whenever life presents change, whether in the form of location, thought, or something else, adjusting is often a slow and uncomfortable process. Just as often, it is worthwhile. Besides one-stop paper towel/Pinot Grigio shopping, "moving away" also introduced me to a new perspective on my book. Oh, and to a pig, too. Here is a picture of my new potbellied neighbor, who both intrigues and terrifies me. I wonder what other surprises Virginia will have in store...


10/02/2014 3:16pm

Love, love, love, the pot-belly pig. Congratulations on the new move!

10/02/2014 6:52pm

Thank you, ZLS!

01/13/2015 6:45pm

Cori, I am delighted to hear about your passion for writing, and that you have a book close to publication. I have the same passion, which I have been pursuing clumsily for a couple of years. I keep a daily journal of my writings and have no plans to publish, but I love to learn about writing. My best to you. Love, Uncle Howard

04/07/2015 7:14am

Thank you, Uncle Howard! I'm sorry for the delayed response, I'm just seeing this for some reason. I'd love to talk writing with you someday, and learn more about your passion. Hope to see you soon!

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