If you appreciated my journey to publication post on The Other Daughter and my Zombie Island breakdown, and other posts of that type, you might like this one as well. It’s how the sausage gets made. It’s from one of the blogs I follow. Dope story.
First open this here in a new tab. My latest fiction published at Rigorous.
This is gonna be a long ass writing/craft lesson so get some coffee.
Let’s start with the opening paragraph which incidentally is pretty much the one thing that didn’t change through several iterations of this story:
The Cowboy walked into the juke joint at the outside edge of a half-dead town in the deep in the drylands expecting nothing more than a watery beer and perhaps someone to warm his bed that night. The barroom was clean and smelled of the bunches of flowers on most available surfaces. He paused to look down at a bunch of light purple flowers that exuded a scent like nothing he’d ever experienced.
To start out with, I wanted to create an origin myth. If you’ve read me for a while you know that’s kinda my jam. I love creating…
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