Going back in and re-reading what I’ve written is sometimes a necessary thing, especially when I’ve put so many days in between working on my writing. Dare I say that I’ve been side-tracked by life?
Sometimes, as a writer, that tends to happen. Life happens. You become caught up in the day-to-day, caught up in dealing with outside influences, and eventually you succumb to it until you find yourself lost in the great abyss of everything else, when you should be caught up in your work.
Should I mention I’m a grandmother? Yes, this grandmother likes- and even enjoys- writing sexy romance novels. The downside to being a grandmother is that my grandchildren love me as much as I love them. It also means that when they are with dad (who happens to live just 4 houses up from me) they tend to spend time here, too. We have overnight stays (my granddaughter loves this), but overnight stays with their Mimi means that I do not get much work completed.
*sigh* So is life.
But when I do manage to get back into writing, I end up having to rewrite things several times.
For example, this tidbit isn’t sitting well with me:
When the elevator opened, I walked to my desk and noticed that Grant’s door was open, and voices were coming within his office.
“I think that the accessibility of our new products are going have everyone wanting a piece of Morehouse,” a female voice said.
I looked into the office and noticed the redhead from earlier perched on Grant’s desk with her legs crossed and her skirt riding up even higher. She reached over and grabbed his hand placing it palm down on her bare thigh while massaging the top of his hand. “You have worked so hard building this company with your own two hands. It’s time that people notice.”
I cleared my throat loudly in the door way and sat down quickly at my desk.
“Lucy, will you come in here please and bring a notepad.” I heard his chair creak as he stood up. “I’m sorry, Ms. McCullough. My assistant and I have work to do. Next time that you want to speak to me, please schedule that with my assistant, won’t you?”
I stood and waited for her to exit his office. As she walked past me, she gave me a sideways look and strode to the elevator. I gave her my best smile as she passed even though deep down, what I witnessed, made my stomach churn. What could he possibly see in her?
“Yes, Grant,” I said as I sat down with my notebook and pen. “What would you like to discuss first.”
My character is jealous, but I have to keep in mind that she’s also sworn off men because of similar. I need her to stand her ground. She’s already slept with him, but now she works for him. I guess that I’ll get it straightened out soon.
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