A Writer’s Frustration

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If you’ve ever written more than one thousand words for a project, you should appreciate this…

The McShane manuscript for book four moved along nicely. The first two chapters barely saw a difference between the first draft and the third. Then came chapter three. Almost five hundred words in and I knew it wasn’t working.

At All.

I tried to edit by moving the text from the back to the front, deleting a paragraph, rewriting a scene, to no avail. I had to admit. The draft sucked. So, I deleted the whole thing and started from scratch.

The end result of chapter three speaks for itself, although I’ll tell you anyway. Fantastic. It moved the plot along nicely. The problem, however, is that it moved the plot in the wrong direction from the original outline. *sigh*

So, I started chapter four with a new direction that either had to be brought to heel and conform to the outline, or rethink where these characters are taking me.

Two thousand one hundred and fourteen words into the fourth chapter, and I knew it couldn’t be saved. The whole chapter was one long conversation between two characters. While funny in places, and intriguing for the plot line in others, it would not work. If this weren’t a novella, and I had to find words to fill space, this might have been an award winner.

But it’s not.

So, not only did my time frame get busted, so did my plotline. I really like where I ended with three, but I have to go back and rewrite my outline to conform. Chapter four now has five hundred forty-eight words toward that goal.

With uninterrupted time, I still should have a new draft written in the next few days. But who ever gets uninterrupted?

Wish me luck!

Orlando Natives know…

We love our hometown. I was born here, and am a fourth-generation daughter. Should you ever decide to come and live in this glorious city, please take note of the following insider tips from the Orlando Weekly website. These are hilariously accurate, and points to live by. Seriously.

Click the link to the article below.

The 27 worst decisions you can make in Orlando

I’d agree with number 18 to an extent, however, rescue the little guys, if you can.

Number 23 is DEAD ON, but number 24 is one I’ve not experienced personally, but I’ll take their word for it.

Thanks for the article Orlando Weekly!

Goodbye, Mr. Rickman…

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This is a man whose life has touched so many. His double bass voice was unmistakable to any fan.

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He was so much more than Severus Snape. However, that role brought an entirely new generation into the fold of fans.

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My word, the man was






This only proves my point.





As stated previously.





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I think, if pressed, I would have to say his role as Metatron in Dogma brings the best laugh of my life.


“I’m as anatomically correct as a Ken Doll!” No, this isn’t the picture of that scene, but it’s still fabulous!

Goodbye, Mr. Rickman. You’ve earned your wings.








An Old Novice

As I’ve mentioned previously, I’m not a member of the younger generation. It fascinates me to watch my two-year-old grandson (Malcolm) download movies on his iPad, and then become somewhat frustrated when the movie fails to load. I think I played with an etch-a-sketch at his age.

We’ve come a long way, baby. I’ve built from scratch what you’re reading here. This blog page has been quite the learning experience. If you’re where I’m at on a technological level, you might find this amusing.

“…CSS is a stylesheet language that describes the presentation of an HTML (or XML) document.

CSS describes how elements must be rendered on screen, on paper, or in other media…” 

I’m sorry, what now? When Malcolm is old enough to read, maybe he can help me decipher CSS from SASS and what the hell that means.


Dammit Jim, I’m a writer, not a programmer!


I’ll get this, I’m sure. In the meantime, I continue to stumble, fall, re-read the instructions, and try again. So far, it looks like I’m doing okay. But then again, I may have inadvertently launched nuclear weaponry somewhere. I’ll throw myself on the mercy of the court. I mean, come on, what’d they expect allowing me on the computer? I’m old, for crying out loud!