A little of this week's notes at left. I'm in the edits deeper and deeper. Something from Macbeth keeps coming to mind.
Today I am ridding myself of those dreaded Being verbs. When I am tired, they slip in. I go to the tell instead of the show and these things just sneak in like field mice after the first frost. So, out they go. Edit, edit, edit.
I can tell my state of being when I wrote these. I had a cold. The prose is heavy, ponderously so. Nothing that cannot be cured.
I hope your edits go well. I hope your cows go to market and set the price. Here's to being us: better than being anything else in the whole world.
Mind the mid-listers in the doldrums. They bite.
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