Let it ghose..
The Difficulty of Letting Go
It was difficult to let go of Chapter 3. Is my opening sentence so clumsy, only Einstein could untangle it? Will the fact Ron yammers on about his mom’s forbidden subjects—politics, religion, and (oh Lordy, Lordy) sex– offend my readers? Is the chapter so hopelessly tangled in flashbacks, I’m turning you into a confused time traveler? What will my Olive-College family think, when the take a gander at the real Ron back in October, 1989?
Yet I remind myself that I’ll never write the perfect chapter. And the purpose of this blog is to get this love story out there, so I can receive comments to consider for future revisions.
So where has midlife mess Ron miffed you off? Are there places you’re tickled by his “loose libido?”