Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Editing Your Stories













Writing is creating, but drafts need editing. I love Microsoft Word for its find and replace feature. Eons ago, I learned to type using a typewriter. Because of that, I have a habit of hitting the space bar twice after ending a sentence. That’s not correct when using a computer. But there’s an easy fix. By clicking the home tab and selecting replace, the find/replace window opens. Now the magic begins when I double space on the find what line, then single space on the replace line and select replace all. A twinge of satisfaction rushes through me when the command corrects twenty errors with a single keystroke. I repeat the task until the computer reports no replacements.

Recently, I wanted to rename a town in my book. Instead of reading every page to find the name, I used the feature. In an instant, Merryville became Cotton. I can also search for overused words. Turn and step pop up too often in my stories. When I’m on a creative streak, any generic word will do. Later I will use the find feature and change it to something fabulous.

To write well, I must write, write and rewrite.

Sunday, February 25, 2018

A Time to Give Thanks



"I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself."

D. H. Lawrence


For the past nine nights, I dreamed I could walk only to awaken the next morning to a broken ankle. The disappointment hit me. There was no gold medal hanging around my neck because I didn’t smoke the competition at the 5K race I thought I had won.  My mind cleared after I wiped the sleep from my eyes. My sneakers were in the closet. The wheelchair and walker took their place next to my bed.  




I can’t complain. Five weeks will whiz by like the last summer vacation. Today isn’t a time for self-pity. I must rejoice. A skilled surgeon drilled holes in the bones for the screws that realigned my joints. In time, the fractures will heal. I will walk again. That wouldn’t have happened a couple hundred years ago.

My husband is out running the trails as I write this. I’m thankful he can. No one has helped me more since the accident though I have close friends who have gone the extra mile. Mary Lou, Marie, Bonnie, Raven, Blake, Yolanda, and Father Williams made sure I had what I needed.

 When my husband returns, he and I will enjoy the sunshine on our backyard patio. It’s a good day to catch the rays and listen to the radio—a rare treat for February.   

In the coming weeks, I will use the extra time to write. No one ever needed a working ankle to write stories.