Writing and Editing a Story
I’m trying to write a piece for a two-hundred, fifty word, first page contest entry. This is my first line, now, “Screaming like a banshee, I enter the hospital for the third time in one day.” I’ve also used, “It starts late Monday morning with a sharp twinge on my left side.”
I written and edited this piece so many times, I’m beginning to wonder if someone else should be writing about my kidney stone nightmare. Writing isn’t difficult for me, but editing is time consuming and miserable. After several passes, everything begins to look the same.
One thing I think is that I wasn’t empathetic toward my sister when she had a kidney stone the day our mother died or the day after. I wasn’t mentally or physically able to help her when she needed it. But, of course, I can’t go back and I don’t have room in the story for regrets or things that I felt or thought while enduring the pain for thirty-three hours.
Your comments are welcome