Stepping back and taking an objective look at my current work-in-progress, The Clockwise Heart, I’m really rather appalled by the shape of the thing.
Let’s equate the shape of a storyline’s rise and fall to that of an eyebrow, shall we?
Traditionally, the book wears a Well-Manicured, Carefully Plucked Arch of the Inquisitive. A slow rise to the climax to an exciting but measured fall.
Yeah, well… My book’s sporting Angry, Slightly Constipated Brow. Scrunched up, sharp waxing and waning of unrestrained action.
Could be a problem.
Anybody have a tweezer?