I’ve graduated from cast to boot, walker to cane. I mostly walk without the boot now, but I wear it when I go out of the house. Of which, today, I’m eternally grateful. A lot of parking lots around here are uneven and dangerous for people in my position. A wrong step and we’re left flailing for balance, wincing for pain, or worse yet falling.
It’s not the only balancing act I’m performing lately. I’m midway through the rewrite (knock on wood) of the second Sylvia book, Sly as a Fox. I find the action is getting … too much. I need something to balance the breakneck pace under which Sylvia is operating.
Readers need to be able to take a breath. Sit back and relax.
Or not. Sometimes adding in something innocuous can ramp up the tension, which in itself provides a change in pace.
Upon the advice of my lovely fellow writers in my Presque Isle group, I’m adding a cat that will certainly change the monotony of a running pace. It’ll give the reader respite (Aw!), and at the same time will be used to build tension (Yikes!).
At least that’s my hope.
Wish me luck.
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