Yesterday
Dominica felt faint, and Molly, my main character, steered her to a bench on
the courthouse lawn and then dithered over what to do. She couldn't leave
Dominica, but she thought asking a passerby (of which there were none at the
time) for help sounded lame.
Today,
talking about treatments for migraines, one of my brilliant critique partners
took a bottle of peppermint oil from her purse and passed it around. At the
first whiff, I said, "Molly carries peppermint oil in her purse! She'll
use it to revive Dominica."
In
one fell swoop, I both saddled Molly with migraines and solved a knotty
problem.
That
is why I go to critique group.
--Kathy Waller
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