I thought I was done revising for a couple weeks.


There is a character in HATSHEPSUT that has been giving me grief. A LOT of grief. So much that today I decided the manuscript would never be queryable (take that, spellcheck!) and I may as well scrap it. I just couldn’t get this woman’s motivations straight in my head and therefore, she was mucking up the whole novel. I thought I was going to have to rewrite her entire character which in turn would cause a score of other rewrites.

Just thinking about it made me want to lock myself in a padded room.

And then, in the shower (where I do my best thinking), a revelation came to me that will solve everything without any major rewrites.

Why are the best solutions always the simplest ones?