Not so bad . . .

First day of the massive rewrite went not so bad.  I've been thinking about it for about a week, but yesterday was the first time I wrote out my goals in a clear, concise list.  I'm not normally a "list" person, but in this instance, lists work well for me, keeping me focused on what I'm trying to do, a constant reminder I go back to daily.

I managed to push through two chapters, mostly because I was able to drop back to my very first rough draft, which turned out to be a better plot line than I thought it was going to be.  Good thing I saved it.  (grin)  Today, I'm going to go over the two chapters one more time after I look at my list to see what I can at least touch upon, if not actually start to talk about.  This is how I get some of my foreshadowing in place–a careful, slow, back-and-forth weaving of about six different ideas into an already established plot line.  It takes time, but it's not tedious because it is very different writing technique from my push-on-quickly, never-look-back rough draft writing style.

Outside, it's still quite chill, though I did walk downtown for lunch, enjoying everyone else's yard with the bulbs coming up.  This is a 1st year Trillium, planted from a home improvement's wildflower end cap display this last fall.  I've got about six Trilliums total in the ground here, and I'm so excited to see them.  The picture of Trilliums a few days ago is from a root that is about fifteen years old.

Oh!  And Mr. Frog at the bird bath/water puddle made it.  Yay!