Last week I mentioned how much I enjoyed writing the first draft of
Whisper on the Wind. I'd been away from writing, and once I sat down to write again it was as if God were next to me, affirming that He'd wired me to write and I was doing exactly what He wanted me to do: writing for Him.
But once the words gushed out and I counted them, I knew the manuscript was too long. I just couldn't see where to cut. When I wrote historicals in the 80s, books were often published at...
Published on August 23, 2010 04:51