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Hells Bells! I’m still editing.

Welcome back, Mischievous is on lookout.  If you’re joining us late, we are trekking through Impenetrable Forrest.(Who is making that noise?)  We’re going to the monastery of the Werewolf Monks once again.  They have the best library and as long as the moon isn’t full, they’re most generous hosts.  They make their own wine which is widely sought after.  It’s sold under the, Howling Monks Winery label.  I prefer the Blood Red variety, but their Oozing White Puss is popular if you’re partial to the whites.  It’s been quiet so far.  Our only casualty has been a slacker at the back of the line, who became a snacker for our Zombie escort.  I warned them to stay together.

Recently, most of the time I’ve spent on my craft has been on editing my novel.  It can be somewhat demoralizing at times.  Just ask Wicked.  Although I’m thankful I’m improving my craft I’m disheartened when after revising ten chapters I’ve returned to chapter two for a major rewrite.  Time spent writing is a labor of love, but sometimes you just want to say ‘enough all ready‘ and move on.  I’ve given myself two months to get this novel reworked and ready for submissions and so I’m committed to sticking with it.  I’m now accepting any positive energy you may have left over.  Thanks as always to my six brethren dwarves who always have an encouraging word (sometimes cloaked in threats).  As in; ‘you better get to work or my whip will.’  With that in mind I think we’ll move on.  I’ve got to rethink my rewrites and add revisions.

Sometimes I feel like Steven Wright lives in my head, and so this week I leave you with Steven Wright.

“I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.    I received a post card of Earth taken from space, on the back it said, ‘Wish you were here.’    I’m not afraid of heights, I’m afraid of widths.    I bought a house on a one-way dead-end road.  I don’t know how I got here.    If a word in the dictionary were misspelled how would we know?    What’s another word for thesaurus?    I put instant coffee in the micro-wave and almost went back in time.”

Write On,



Which way Mischievous?

“Follow me”

RUN.  It’s everyman for himself.  See you next week.

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