hink my learning curve looks a bit like this:
1) Writing thoughts smack you in the face when you least expect it. Recent conversation with a friend:
Him: “Course, I been swinging a hammer for twenty years.”
Me (thinking only, not saying): Anyone who looks at you would know that.
Wait, stop. Why would anyone know that? It’s the way he walks, the way there’s always a phantom toolbelt around his waist, the weight pulling his stride into a swagger. Hmmm.
2) Sometimes you’ve learned all you can from one story, and it’s time to work on a new one, even though learning new things makes me want to stop writing new things until I know all the things. Thankful for patience of wonderful agent who accepts my wordslinging and points things out to me.
3) Gotta persevere.