Now, on to bigger and better things.
I am on a staycation this week, because to be brutally blunt, 2015 is the year where the real world revolves around me. And because the real world revolves around me (thank you very much), I decided that I needed to get off my twin buttock cheeks and do some writing.
However, the muse overruled my plan attack and instead, took off my glasses, sat down and straddled my waist, draped her arms on my shoulders, kissed my forehead and said in a voice that implied in no uncertain terms that I'm just a conduit in this little adventure, "You...........are going to dust off that punk ass novella and get busy with another round of editing. Why? Because I don't want become just another footnote in your writing journey. I want to be the one that you turn to for each and every story that you write. Understand?"
I raise an eyebrow, but she moves in until I'm forced to look up into her fiery hazel eyes. With cowardice being the better part of valor, I acquiesce.
She taps my face a couple of times, then like in my previous novel, disappears back into my subconscious so as to better monitor my progress.
So as per her request, I pulled out the punk ass novella, sent the dust bunnies out to pasture (where they were promptly eaten by a Dirt Devil), and got busy with another round of editing,
It's kind of weird performing hardcore editing again. To be honest with everyone, not counting the tweaking I had to do for The Inner Sibling in order to have it ready for public consumption, it's been over a year since I did any kind of hardcore editing. Even weirder, the last manuscript that was touched for editing, is the one that is the subject of today's writing update (what, you think I write this kind of whimsy just for kibbles & bits?).
Anywho, as per my usual custom, I pulled out a few c.d.'s to listen to while I was editing. My c.d. collection has grown by at lest 15% since I last spoke about it, and this is directly due to the fact that the local Friends Of The Library have used c.d.'s on sale for $1 to $2, and thus whenever I go to the library, I always walk out with at least three c.d.'s. Used c.d.'s are a great way to expand one's musical horizon. The c.d.'s in question were: Fil Campbell (fellow blogger and fantastic singer); 3rd Eye Blind, Matchbox 20, Indigenous, and Better Than Ezra.
I immediately dove into the deep end and got down to performing yet another round of edits. This time, the focus was on grammar, wordiness and sentence structure, and for the most part, I was making really good progress. Music has a way of doing that for me. However, midway through chapter 4, I came across a serious continuity problem, which even though is very simple to fix, requires a lot of thought in order to fix it.
Back when I was the high school of my childrens (14 thru 18), I would have continuity problems with essays. In other words, I would be so far of what ahead of what I wanted to write, that I often would forget to write a key paragraph or two. The end result would be something like this:
It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out. There was a trial. There was a guilty verdict. The end.
So my friends, that is where I stand with the current state of my writing: another round of edits as per the instructions of my muse, then, for those who aren't squeamish, a chance to become a beta-reader for my novella. Let me know if you're interested, because there is an added incentive to become one.
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