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Saturday, March 27, 2010

Start Editing Anywhere 6 Continued Hang It

[I think it will make more sense if they do hand over their cell phones and wallets/purses. I can’t make things too easy for them, can I? I’ll alter the original from the posted.] “It looks like we might be hitching back into town after all, Jamie,” “That’s about 15 miles! Why don’t we just stay... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Start Editing Anywhere 5 (continued) In the family house

They listened to the sound of the receding limo as they dusted themselves down. “The rural look has an acquired taste,” Jamie spat out through gritty teeth. “That was nicely done,” Samantha congratulated Jamie as she finished brushing herself off. “What?” Jamie looked puzzled. “The ‘please don’t... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Start Editing anywhere 4 (continued) back at house

The defamatory campaign was racked up by degrees so that by the time Bill’s cremation service came around she was Devil Woman to the whole populace. Never mind the ‘innocent until proven guilty’ clause. The posters had her screwing or being screwed by most animals. The rhinoceros and the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Start Anywhere Editing 3 (continued) Meeting

Jamie understood the situation as he saw his mother wiping her eyes, so although he cringed when she reached out and absent mindedly ruffled his hair, he suffered in silence. Samantha appreciated the tension he was under, and his forbearance. She smiled to herself; would he be so forbearing if he... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Start Anywhere Editing (2) (continued)

A piece of half edited NaNo. When Samantha awoke she was lying face down. Her head was resting on a pillow and facing off to the right. She lay still, taking in the fact that the legs of a hospital chair were in her line of vision. And she prayed that it was a hospital bed she was lying on because... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Start anywhere editing (1)

A piece of half edited NaNo ‘Bill’s not scheduled to die for another 6 weeks so what the hell’s the rush?’ Samantha Brogan considered death’s timetable as she bounced her Ford pick-up’s rear wheels over the curb into the hospital’s new employee-only entrance. She rattled over the speed bumps so fast... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Writing is like gardening…

..in fact, gardening is like life - birth, maturity, reflection, death. In this part of Canada the plants have 4 short months to recover from their icy burden, bud, bloom, soak up sunshine, wither and die. The birds have the same timeline. The sparrows literally throw their youngsters out of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 7, 2007

Pride goes before your chickens are hatched

Recently I sent an email to my Scots buddy. In it I bragged that for the first time in aeons I was being paid, albeit miserly sums, for my writing. Not only that, but the Seniors Pool league had finished (OFP – Old Farts Pool) and I was amazed to be presented with a cheque for $55.00 for coming in... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Now my Alter-Ego is quite Blasé about being Published

I tried out what I was talking about in the previous post, and every article has been published – and paid for. As I said, the prices are derisory, but as Ell keeps reminding me, I was writing the self same type of article for Blogit for sweet nothing at all. And, it is good for the ego to get daily... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

My Alter Ego has made another $6.00

That would be the alter ego who is younger and apparently lives in a different country. Now, if AE can only write another 9 articles per day I would have $60.00 per day - $420.00 per week and……carpal tunnel. The hilarious thing about it is that the prices are going up – for something I dashed off? I... Sign in to see full entry.

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