The joy of reading over what you wrote
I used to write a post each day. Now I’m averaging one a week. That’s what happens when your work requires writing and you’re editing 20 books at home over a span… Continue reading
I used to write a post each day. Now I’m averaging one a week. That’s what happens when your work requires writing and you’re editing 20 books at home over a span… Continue reading
I’ll not be going to scrabble today. My sister-in-law isn’t feeling up to it. Instead of worrying about her, I’m editing. Again. Recently, the only books I’ve been reading are my own. I’m… Continue reading
I’m taking a mini-vacation from work. We have tomorrow off anyway and the one piece of information I need to do the last report won’t be in my office until Monday. What, you… Continue reading
ME: I’m up at 6 in the morning and I’m pissed! GUE: Why? ME: I was watching a sci-fi series and people were invading one country to get away from another. They tried… Continue reading
My partner in blogging is supplementing her job by editing my books in her spare time. She’s a far better writer than I’ll ever be. She brings you into her stories, while… Continue reading
My eyes are crossed, I’m dizzy, and I can’t stop editing! The bed awaits…but I want to do one last sentence, one last paragraph… Finally, I’ve finished another book. Inside my brain I’m… Continue reading
I’m in extreme edit mode. It means I’m seeing every word and how it impacts a sentence, paragraph, and chapter. Never did I know how many mistakes hid in the shadows. How do… Continue reading
I’m stuck at home, either sleeping, working, or sitting at the computer thinking about sleeping, working… …with laryngitis. Soooo… the only way to get it out of my system is to write about… Continue reading
I’m awake. Sort of. After spending over an hour on my last post, it appears that people out in the blog-o-sphere are getting to be a lot like me. We’re tired of watching… Continue reading
I should be writing. Oh, look, a funny meme. Really. I should be writing. I’m sitting in my chair, cross-legged, staring at the page. I look at the heading as if it… Continue reading