I’m working on the rewrite now. A quick read-through showed that, once again, I’ve fallen in love with certain words and used them a gazillion times. (I found variations on “linger” three times in six paragraphs.)
I finished the draft just before I left for MediaWest, and so the subject of word repetition was on my mind.
The airline I took to Lansing, Michigan is a strong believer in fitting in as many people as possible into as small a space as possible. They could teach canning companies how to pack sardines. When the woman in front of me lowered her seat, I could see the roots of her hair. She was practically in my lap. No place for a claustrophobe.
I took a paperback horror novel with me; reading a paperback is about the only activity I can manage on one of those flights. There’s no space for writing; a zine would take too much room to read comfortably. Thus, the paperback horror novel. Quick, fun reading.
Chapter one. There’s this character named Frank. Every time he speaks, it was - Frank whined, Frank whined, Frank whined. Or, for variety - whined Frank, whined Frank, whined Frank.
I was glad when the monster ate him at the end of the first chapter. It did occur to me to feel better about my bad habit of word repetition when a pro writer with, presumably, a pro editor, let so much word repetition get through.
Now to get back to my story and kill all those repetitions…! Maybe the pro writer doesn’t care, but I do.