Perhaps I should re-title my last entry.
Just for completeness sake, that entry was titled “Unlucky Number 11.” It was about a story I’m re-writing. In the entry, I recounted its essence of bloat and otherwise basically ponderous nature. In it, I also mentioned that I liked the story, and that it was all there.
This is where, it turns out, I was wrong
The tale has required major, major surgery–that shouldn’t be too surprising, I suppose. I’ve cut and pasted (mostly cut) and I’ve reworked, and I’ve thought and I’ve scribbled. I’ve worked at the corners, and selected different words. And this morning, as I was ending, I hit that gold that makes writers who they are.
In other words, I discovered exactly what this story is really about.
I was so happy. The feeling I had was like watching a man take off and fly, which I’ve done once at Cirque Du Soleil, and believe me, it was an awesome experience. When I went to take my shower, I could have danced in the tub. But I didn’t. Please note, it’s very dangerous to dance while covered in soapy water, and this page does not endorse such acts. Unless you really want to.
Today was a good day.
Maybe my latest breakthrough is related to the psychic grace received by moving out of the shadow of Microsoft.
Or not. [grin]
Regardless, I recommend it so far. Seamless transition, easy to use, and appears to convert well to Word format for document sharing.
Have a great day.