When I began writing this blog I really did not understand what blogging was all about. I don’t know exactly what I was thinking at the time, but whatever that was, it did not meet with the social graces of net communication.
Well, okay. Even dumb people catch-on sooner or later.
See the Light
…and I thought an edit was just an edit. But no, the experts break it down into logical and productive steps.
1. Rewrites, revisions and substantive edit: I guess, you’ call this the Big Picture.
(I’m particularly talented at this stage, IMHO.)
2. Line Edit: An engine check. Does it work? Does it flow? Is it logical? Is every action followed by a reaction? Is the POV consistent?
(I get a passable grade on this one, too.)
Have you ever had an argument with a word processor? Did you win? Did you lose? Never mind who was right and what inanimate object was wrong. Being right doesn’t make you a winner.
The greatest mistake writers make with a computer’s dictionary and grammar check is assuming the machine is always right and they are always wrong–including me. Most often this involves the spellchecker. The greatest mistake that I ever made was typing the word ‘nipple’ when I meant ‘nibble.’ Whop-Do-Whop! The computer did not disagree. Boy, was my face red.
Let me save you the trouble of reading the news today. Or any day for that matter:
More trouble in the Middle East . . . Stock Market goes up and down . . . Congress can’t agree . . . Climate warming continues . . . Athlete fails drug test . . . Movie star makes a fool of himself . . . Investors loose their shirts and pants on Ponzi scheme . . . Food prices dig deeper into the consumer pocket . . . Euro in deep shit . . . Company issues recall of product . . . Bookstore closes . . . Cell phone store opens . . . U.S. borrows more money from China . . . China needs U.S. to consume imported items . . . Rich get richer . . . Poor get poorer . . . Housing market slumps . . . Crazy dude kills family . . . Homeless need homes . . . Senator has girlfriend; wife shocked but supportive . . . Dog alerts family to fire . . . Store stick-up . . . Thieves steal copper . . . Americans are too fat . . . Teens can’t read, write, or multiply . . . Fast food is bad . . . Smoking will kill ‘ya . . . Doctor accused of Medicare fraud . . . Divorce rate highest ever in history . . . Gas rates expect to rise during the holidays . . . Population down in developed countries by micro points and up in undeveloped countries . . . New driver runs off road . . . Trucker falls asleep at wheel . . . Airplanes are falling apart . . . Feds cut interest rate . . . Bank closes . . . Iraq wants U.S. troops to stay . . . Iraq wants U.S. troops out . . . Egypt doesn’t know what it wants . . . Everyone is afraid of Korea and Iran . . . Small businessman can’t sell as cheap as Wally World . . . Large scale farming is unsustainable, but home gardeners are still dorky . . . Someone semi-important said something nasty about someone very important; apology in the mail . . . Citizens wonder if freedom of the press means truth in the press . . . Electricity bill to increase by 3 percent . . . Postage stamps going up . . . Company downsizing employees; remaining workers to work twice as hard . . .
And on the very, very local news: My puppy peed on the floor. What a surprise!!!
There’s something about the Christmas season that turns me into a complete idiot. Well, maybe not a complete idiot; I’m not so ignorant that I throw myself into debt, but I do lose my ability to shop. From January until November, I’m a very savvy shopper. I can be walking through a store and see all kinds of goodies, and I can say with surprising ease: Oh, Bob would like that. Luke would look good wearing this. Mom needs one of those.
But, come Christmas, I can’t find anything for anyone.
I woke-up late this morning; my husband woke-up early. This is a toxic combination, and it often makes me think of that movie War of the Roses. I’m not unlike Kathleen Turner in that movie, at least, until about9:00 a.m.
Here’s a hint to all you guys out there: When a woman starts to complain about all the little things you do, like the way you hold a phone, the way you drive a car, or the way you comb your hair, it’s a bad omen. She’s falling out of love. When she gets to the point that she can’t stand the way you breathe or chew your food, it’s beyond over, maybe even dangerous to hang around. Women are not as direct as men. Sometimes, they won’t even face their own emotions, and in an effort to justify the unjust, they will keep prodding you, until you provide a reason to end the relationship, and she can have something justifiable to tell her family and friends. She’s not really, really upset by the way you inhale and exhale. She just wants to scratch your eyeballs out.
I’m not like that. Well, I am, until about9:00 a.m., and then my logical side takes over.
Anyway, I digress… what I really wanted to say…