After adding about five hundred words to my Chapter 1, I’ve gone back and found some fat to trim, bringing the word count back down by three hundred. Tightening the prose is well worth the effort as I prepare for launch.
I’ve also done some editing in the second and third chapters, cutting some fat and adding some clarification. There’s a hole in my memory – the exact events that transpired between July 1976 and September 1976. Somehow I arrived in Shannon but Roger wasn’t there. My first recollection of him was when we arrived in Sligo and he was checking out the fishing around the Silver Swan Hotel. Weird.