Progress Report
I've made progress through my writing block by rewriting older stories and getting them out into circulation. I need to do it anyway since I have a new address, and have to update the manuscripts ... might as well give them an added extra bit of polish as I go.
Funny how you'll find things wrong with a manuscript even after you've gone over it 97 times. Dialogue sounds corny, there's a word missing or typed wrong here and there ... punctuation wrong, missing, or not even required.
The ending sucked. Tack on a new one.
The hook at the beginning isn't strong enough ... add an extra barb.
Etc.
Got word today that my younger daughter is ill. Not to mention that Becky is having her thyroid removed because of suspicious lumps. Me? Another part of one of my upper rear-most molars broke off. No biggie, it's been happening every few weeks. Soon the tooth will be gone and I won't be bothered with it anymore.
What's that? I could get an infection and have it spread through my jaw to my brain, and die? Yeah, it's possible. I can also be shot at random while driving down the highway. Same odds. Pardon me while I not worry about it.
Oh, yeah, I've been off Zoloft for 5 days now with no ill effects. Go me.
My writer's group resumes meeting next week, at my place. Yay!
Meanwhile I'm dead broke.
Life is like that.
Funny how you'll find things wrong with a manuscript even after you've gone over it 97 times. Dialogue sounds corny, there's a word missing or typed wrong here and there ... punctuation wrong, missing, or not even required.
The ending sucked. Tack on a new one.
The hook at the beginning isn't strong enough ... add an extra barb.
Etc.
Got word today that my younger daughter is ill. Not to mention that Becky is having her thyroid removed because of suspicious lumps. Me? Another part of one of my upper rear-most molars broke off. No biggie, it's been happening every few weeks. Soon the tooth will be gone and I won't be bothered with it anymore.
What's that? I could get an infection and have it spread through my jaw to my brain, and die? Yeah, it's possible. I can also be shot at random while driving down the highway. Same odds. Pardon me while I not worry about it.
Oh, yeah, I've been off Zoloft for 5 days now with no ill effects. Go me.
My writer's group resumes meeting next week, at my place. Yay!
Meanwhile I'm dead broke.
Life is like that.
2 Comments:
"Life is like a box of chocolates... 'Ya never know what you're gonna get"
Sorry to hear about Jessie, Becky, and your tooth (sorry, don't know its name... And, as it sounds like its fading fast, I probably should try to form an emotional bond at this late date). On the other hand, I'm very happy to here that you're writing, don't need the Zoloft for the moment, and will meeting with your writers group. Definately GO YOU!
PS: Thank JerseyGirl for the nice comment
Me....
Keep writing, my friend. E-mail me with your current address. I have something to send you.
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