My son once asked if I knew that crowned eagles ate baby cantaloupes. I never told him he'd misheard or misunderstood, and it was actually baby antelopes. I've retold that and always thought it was funny and sort of cute.
I've finished rewriting some important scenes and have been thinking a lot about word choice, and what a difference the right one makes. The power of a single word--it's sort of amazing and overwhelming at the same time. Amazing because one subtle change can have such a huge impact, and overwhelming because I'm sure I'll never get them all right!
Comentários