Some books name their chapters. Some just number them.
This seems like such a minor thing but sometimes it really bothers me. If I name my chapters, I think I lose some focus sometimes because I'm trying to stay true to what I name it? Or something? I don't know. But in my latest edit, I am just numbering them, concentrating on hitting an emotional note for each chapter. Just trying to make it flow more easily because it gets kind of choppy at times.
And I feel better about this round of edits. I think that has something to do with the weather, which is finally kind of glorious.
Yesterday I sat at my kitchen table as a soft breeze blew through the screen door. It was strange. I guess I really felt like, I don't know, a writer. Sitting in the gentle glow of the approaching evening. Starbucks coffee cup to the right of my computer. A black cat to the left. My eyes squinting at the tangled pages in front of me while somewhere outside dogs barked with glee and strollers scraped against sidewalk.
It was just so...oddly peaceful.
If only things were so peaceful for Leslie Lee Baker...=)
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Fact about me: I am not Irish. I am Welsh!