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Susan Donovan. Published by St. Martin’s, HQN, Amazon, Kensington, and Berkeley. Twenty-four novels and novellas, translated into dozens of languages. Two-time RITA Award finalist. Take A Chance On Me -- named Best Contemporary Romance of 2003 by RT Book Reviews magazine.
Susan attended a 4 ½ day Immersion Master Class I taught in New Mexico in March. Her writing wowed me. Her talent awed me. But as much as her writing impressed me, deep editing took her prologue from really, really strong to OMG stellar.
The other writers in this class of five were all Immersion-Grads. They’d already attended at least one Immersion. This class included RITA winner and WITS own Laura Drake, as well as RITA winner and NYT bestseller Darynda Jones. No slackers there.

Susan gave me permission to share how we deep edited the prologue for her current work, Under a Mason-Dixon Moon. I’ll show you the beautifully written prologue she brought to class, deep edit suggestions from my first and second passes, and the final made-us-proud prologue.
Under a Mason-Dixon Moon, Prologue
First Version, 166 words:
A lone shotgun blast cracked open the dawn. From her second-story window she watched the blue-black crows swoop across the stubbled cornfield in search of safety, finding refuge in the Sycamore branches reaching over the farm lane like the gnarled fingertips of old lovers.
The blast rolled across the Maryland countryside and vanished somewhere over the Mason-Dixon line. A hush fell over Coldspring Farm once more.
She had resigned herself to the truth of this place long ago. The land was fertile but reeked of death, the stone and mortar dignified but rotted through with lies. And now, with that gunshot, there was no one left. No eyes would ever seek the beauty beneath the despair here, and no lips would tell Coldspring's story.
Her story.
She would linger here, endlessly lonesome, waiting for her love to turn to dust and her secrets to decay in time with the floorboards, the transoms, and the walls.
It would be as if she had never existed at all.
Boom.
Feel that power?
I told you Susan’s writing wowed me.
Power Words
In Margie’s world, power words are words that carry psychological power. Sometimes word pairings or phrases.
Lone, shotgun, blast, cracked, search, safety, refuge, lovers, blast, vanished, Mason-Dixon line, hush, fell, resigned, truth, fertile, reeked, death, dignified, rotted, lies, gunshot, no one left, beauty, despair, endlessly lonesome, waiting, love, dust, secrets, decay, never existed
Susan loaded her 166 word prologue with 32 power words/phrases.
No wonder that prologue carries so much power.
What else did she do right?
Fresh writing.
Strong visuals.
Strong cadence.
Oriented the reader with Mason-Dixon line
Rhetorical Devices: alliteration, simile
Now we’ll look for ways to make that prologue even stronger, one paragraph at a time.
First Paragraph:
A lone shotgun blast cracked open the dawn. From her second-story window she watched the blue-black crows swoop across the stubbled cornfield in search of safety, finding refuge in the Sycamore branches reaching over the farm lane like the gnarled fingertips of old lovers.
YELLOW – open – Not needed. Stronger without.
GREEN – stubbled – Love that fresh word, and it supported the alliteration. But it didn’t work for me there. Association: beard. Pulled me out of the story.
BLUE – gnarled fingertips – Fingertips can’t be gnarled. Fingers are gnarled.
I know. Picky, picky.
But the cool thing is, when we nix TIPS, we create structural parallelism.
…the gnarled fingers of old lovers.
Hear the beats? It’s more pleasing to the ear.
The first paragraph only has two sentences. That second sentence is beautifully lyrical, and long. It’s 36 words long. That’s dachshund-esque l-o-n-g. I recommended making it two sentences.
Second Paragraph:
The blast rolled across the Maryland countryside and vanished somewhere over the Mason-Dixon line. A hush fell over Coldspring Farm once more.
YELLOW – We decided to nix blast, and use gunshot. More emotional power.
GREEN and BLUE – Susan changed – A hush fell over – to – A hushed sorrow slipped over Coldspring Farm once more. More emotion with sorrow. Alliteration with sorrow slipped.
Third Paragraph:
She had resigned herself to the truth of this place long ago. The land was fertile but reeked of death, the stone and mortar dignified but rotted through with lies. And now, with that gunshot, there was no one left. No eyes would ever seek the beauty beneath the despair here, and no lips would tell Coldspring's story.
So beautifully written, but it could use more specificity. The reader needs to know more. I asked Susan to dig for the truth, to share her POV character’s truth in that moment in the scene.
Susan said that her character needed someone to help her uncover the truth.
That paragraph was rewritten. You’ll read it soon. Here are the last two sentences of the third paragraph:
She was alone now. There was no one to help her.
Plain writing. Just what was needed. Now the reader gets her truth.
In writing, clarity rules.
Fourth Paragraph – moved down to become the new fifth paragraph, two words:
Her story.
It is her story. But the word story didn’t share enough emotion. We changed it:
Her truth.
Big-time stronger!
Fifth Paragraph:
She would linger here, endlessly lonesome, waiting for her love to turn to dust and her secrets to decay in time with the floorboards, the transoms, and the walls.
NYT writing! Endlessly lonesome – practically made me swoon.
But I asked Susan what she really meant about the secrets. I learned that she thought the reader would pick up a message that I didn’t get. Here’s her revised fifth paragraph:
No eyes would ever detect the horror trapped in this once-loved house. No hands would recover the secrets still lodged in its wood and stone. No lips would ever speak the truth of Coldspring.
Now I get it. She’d buried her secrets in the wood and stone.
I bet Margie-grads noticed the rhetorical device she used in that paragraph. It’s anaphora. No eyes would… No hands would… No lips would… Compelling cadence.
The last paragraph of the first version:
It would be as if she had never existed at all.
A lovely sentence, but it’s clichéd. It had to be rewritten.
And Susan Donovan rewrote it extremely well. I’m sure she was frustrated at first. But she opened a vein…
I’ll credit Hemingway for that bloody phrase.
I could share at least a dozen more deep edit suggestions for this prologue, and make this blog twice as long. But I won’t.
I will share the final version of the prologue. Enjoy.

A lone shotgun blast cracked the dawn. From her second-story window she watched the blue-black crows scatter and swoop across the cornfield in search of safety. They landed in the Sycamore branches reaching over the lane like the gnarled fingers of old lovers.
The gunshot rolled across the Maryland countryside and vanished north of the Mason-Dixon line. A hushed sorrow slipped over Coldspring Farm once more.
Round and round through time, violence would give way to silence. Love would end in death. She knew this rhythm well. Moments ago, the last of them had gone to the cornfield. Like the others, he walked to the middle of the small plot framed in wrought iron and pulled the trigger. She was alone now. There was no one to help her.
No eyes would ever detect the horror trapped in this once-loved house. No hands would recover the secrets still lodged in its wood and stone. No lips would ever speak the truth of Coldspring.
Her truth.
Crows chattered from their refuge. The last trace of gunfire disappeared on the wind.
There was nothing to do now but linger within these crumbling walls, endlessly lonesome, until her whisper was no more.


I know this prologue well, and every time I read it, it grabs my heart.
Kudos to Susan Donovan for her incredible talent. And a big THANK YOU to Susan for allowing me to share her prologue and my deep edit suggestions.
I loved working with Susan. She’s fun and cool and committed to excellence.
It sounds corny, but it is my joy to help writers make their writing award-winning strong. And I love cheering for them when they win awards.
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