Edits, edits, everywhere!
Dandelions/Cressleaf
Most times it is the little things that open up other things. Sometimes I wonder how and why I tend to find rabbit holes everywhere? Sometimes, it is exciting, sometimes troubling because it is like a disease, an addiction.
Yesterday, I was working (still working) on a draft for now entitled, Lament. Was reading it aloud as that is the stage I am at with it, oh so close. And this is where you hear the spits and stutters. Where my tongue trips and I wonder, will your tongue trip as well? Sometimes it is because a line is too wordy, sometimes it just needs a break in it. Sometimes, I am scared of uneven lines, too short of lines? How it looks on the page. Obsessive!
Sometimes, it is just the matter of a word with too many syllables throwing everything off. Yesterday, it was dandelions. I figured it out at the end and figured I would just switch out the flowering weed for another flowering weed, but then of course, it had to be something found in Illinois, found in my neck of the woods because, because.
An I found something, something I am familiar with Cressleaf and there you go. It fit, it worked, it flowed, and did not feel forced. Sometimes one word, one beat, can throw off a whole line and you really have to dig to find it.
.