Editorial Revision 1.0

I’m writing a funeral . . .

However, due to certain biological constraints that prevent him from actually setting foot on hallowed ground, my main character/first-person narrator is unable to attend.

I’m writing an implied funeral . . .

Revision is awesome.

9 thoughts on “Editorial Revision 1.0

  1. I am sending Miss Emily to help:
    I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
    And Mourners to and fro
    Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
    That Sense was breaking through –
    And when they all were seated,
    A Service, like a Drum –
    Kept beating – beating – till I thought
    My Mind was going numb –
    And then I heard them lift a Box
    And creak across my Soul
    With those same Boots of Lead, again,
    Then Space – began to toll,
    As all the Heavens were a Bell,
    And Being, but an Ear,
    And I, and Silence, some strange Race
    Wrecked, solitary, here –
    And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
    And I dropped down, and down –
    And hit a World, at every plunge,
    And Finished knowing – then –

    • ooh, cool! I love Miss Emily at the best of times, but this stanza is dynamite:
      As all the Heavens were a Bell,
      And Being, but an Ear,
      And I, and Silence, some strange Race
      Wrecked, solitary, here –

  2. Hi. I’ve been networking and marketing myself outside of the most obvious places, and surprisingly, or not, I’m not always welcomed on hallowed ground either. I don’t burst into flames or anything, but I think they’d like me to. That would be cool! Maybe?
    Happy writing.

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