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Me and Mr. Adobe Got Caught

Long ago I met Mr. Adobe. We had a thing going on. He read my books to me so I could get a feel for my story. Plus, I'd be able to find all the typos and clunky sentences I missed. This is how it all started:

We met, indirectly, when I decided to read See Megan Run one last time. But it was Mrs. Adobe. She was nice. She had trouble with a few words. She served a purpose but...her reading to me didn't have the same zing.

Then I met Mr. Adobe. At first he creeped me the hell out. And then he read one of my jokes and it was still funny. He's been reading to me for the past two days. I'm in lurve. Yes, this story has been edited by an outside source, but I'm still finding things I want to change.

Thanks to Mr. Adobe, all my clunky sentences are being put under a microscope. Yes, it was creepy again when he read my love scene, but that's okay. He's pointed out all the "a" and "the" I've forgot to put in. He's even shed light on a sentence I accidentally deleted. I couldn't do this last read through without him.

Lurve, I tell ya. Lurve.

 I don't know how Mrs. Adobe found us out. But now she's reading See Lynne Chased. She's a professional though, so all my jokes still sound funny. All my clunky sentences are still pointed out. Maybe with a little more glee than necessary. But, when I went in search of Mr. Adobe he was no where to be found. I'll miss the way he'd say, "Asterisk, Asterisk, Asterisk, Asterisk, Asterisk." It always made me laugh.

But I'll move on, because I still have 200+ pages to get through before I can send it off to my line editor.

CROWS OF DOUBT

You know I think I might have split personalities or maybe manic depressive when it comes to writing. One day I'm up. My writing is brillant. I'm a genius. The next day MY WRITING SUCKS. Who do I think I am? What made me think this might be a viable career? And these characters...don't get me started.

And then of course the next day I'm a literary genius.

Go figure. I'm having one of these days. I'm sure I'm going to have a rocking writing time later, but it's sitting my butt in the chair and letting the words come. Be it crap or golden or golden crap.

I think a lot of it has to do with I have someone waiting at the other end of this ms. My career as a writer won't be over, but if I don't do well I'm going to miss a great, great, great opportunity.

Again, I ask what made me think this might be a viable career?

Because I love it isn't washing today. And I know I'm not the only writer to deal with these feelings. So, I'm just going to tell myself I Am a Great Writer and slink back into the shadows.

F5....F5....F5

There's this syndrome for writers called Refresh. They all suffer from it. Something is out on submission. They can be writing. They can be revising or editing. Doing very responsible writerly things.

And they are also abusing this button. The F5.

I've decided in the best interest of all involved (myself) that this button will have to be removed, with pliers, from my laptops keyboard.

That is all.