I'm writing about people who have lives.

I'm slaving away over a hot manuscript. Editing editing. Comma by comma. To capital or not to Capital - that is the question. Whether I should split the sentence or give it the bum steer and just drop it. That's my life. The sum total of my life at the moment.

In other words.

I have no life.

But the people in my manuscript sure do. They have a life. I gave it to them. They came out of my head, dammit! You see there's life in the old girl yet.

I gotta get a life. I can't get romance because I quite like the current model. He Who Would Like to be Obeyed is a bit of a keeper! So what's left. Babies? Done that. Two are enough. Dinner parties arguing the pros and cons of the recent election with people who probably voted for the current idiots anyway. Football? Tennis clubs? Hotel for drinkies on Saturday night?

I'd much rather tuck my bunny slippers under my backside and do what I'm doing.

Dream on Zara. Dream on.

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Edit it edit it edit it...

If you say this very very fast while you are doing it it ends up soundling like:


I D I O T

And that's what I'm turning into.

But it's like the floor. If you don't sweep it it the dirt doesn't go away.

Sigh.

Back to editing.

The Enchanting Faerie - a real one.

She will be capturing the hearts of more than one who come to know her over her life time. And her mother's a lizzard. Her grandmother's little doll.

Phoebe has caught her own little faerie.

And this on the eve of the debut of The Enchanted Faerie.

Bodes well.

Editing

Editing, editing, editing...

It's like deciding to paint one of the walls because it's dirty. You buy enough to paint that wall. Stand back and ready to admire. No next wall is dirty. Back down to buy some more paint. Paint that wall. Stand bck and ready to admire. No next wall is dirty, so back on down to buy some more paint.

But this time you make an honest woman of yourself. YOu buy enough for two walls and before you are finished you have the whole room painted and it cost you twice as much 'cos you get a discount if you buy in bulk! That is a fact of life. Like you are always last in the queue. Or if you have just cleaned your car after six months of dirt, you almost forgot the color... It rains!

Editing the second galleys of Securement of Greggie Donald. And what do you think? One bitty little mistake, a missing comma?

My editor is going to kill me but I really didn't see them! Swear!

And for those of you who read the last post, the T13 the answer is yes.

I am still crying at the ending of Greggie Donald. STill.

Told you I'm a sook.

T13 - thursday's thirteen things that move me...

Who am I kidding. I can cry at anything. I'm the biggest sook in the world.

1. Porgy and Bess.

2. Carmen Jones - the American movie version in English. Joe is a boxer.

3. Gone with the Wind. Rhett why did you have to leave just when...

4. You're gonna laugh but the ending of my anthology story - THE SECUREMENT OF GREGGIE DONALD. Yes I know. It's as bad as laughing at your own jokes but yes, I cry every time I get to the end.

5. The ending of Sleepless in Seattle.

6. The ending of Pretty Woman.

7. What do the Simple Folk do? To help when their feelings are blue, from Camelot.

8. Old Lassie movies. Just the music makes me cry. I don't even have to watch.

9. Jane Eyre.

10. Yentyl. Love Barb S. Biggest fan. "Oh you bake cookies too?"

11. War and Peace.

12. Losing something I really wanted on Ebay.

13. Getting lost. I do it so well.

Well he's left on a jet plane

He who wants to be obeyed has left as of 3.00 bound for that place where Obama and Clinton are fighting tooth and nail. Where the Buffalo roams. And the deer and the antelope play.

And play I will here. List of things while he's away.

Not make bed until absolutely necessary.
No ironing.
Eat what I feel like when I feel like it.
Get around like a frump.
Cross fingers that the computer keeps working.
Hope burglars don't bust down the door.
Get a flat tyre.
The dishwasher keeps working.
Televisions work.
Internet doesn't muck up.

Oh dear. Now he isn't here the list looks quite depressing.

And two and a half weeks looks depressingly far away.