I have been editing all week, and I keep laughing at myself. Had I forgotten, or did I never know, that I can sound like a telenovela? In opera, overstating a point is the norm. The words tell the story, as does the melody, the orchestration, the costume, the set, the repetition. “I’m sad,” can take twelve full minutes of song. Writing requires greater economy with words.

The greatest gift my editor gives me, besides loving my story and helping bring it forth as a book and, you know, publishing it, is marking the places where I get a bit too operatic.

This cave formation totally looks like an Ood.