“He was bamboozled among the tall vegetation. His conniving and trickery, were for nil.” #writing #throwawayline

“His snark was so thinly veiled it could be called sarcasm.” #writing

“He was dope in the original sense of the word.” #writing #throwawayline

I hate writing book blurbs. You have to make them interesting without being wordy or give too much away. #writing #publishing

Another day of editing complete. I see the end of the tunnel. #writing #editing

“Life isn’t all squash blossoms and kumquats.” #writing #throwawayline

It’s interesting that most author agents believe you work for them and have to acquiesce to their schedule, demands, etc. #writing #editing #publishing #failure

Heh. I’m being overly snarky to author agents trying to represent me via a form letter this morning. And no, I don’t have an agent. But I doubt real agents have time to look for more clients. #writing #publishing

“He didn’t have any friends, so he hated everyone, which turned them into enemies.” #writing

“Your life will be abridged.” #life #writing

“His life was like an open book. It had pages, but they were all blank—all but the last one which was government encrypted.” #writing

Adverbs shouldn’t be used grudgingly. They should be used appropriately. #writing #grammar

SuperNote tablets are VERY focused on writing and being flexible and self-repairable. I’d love to have a couple other apps on it (mostly Kobo reader), as well as faster keyboard response, but otherwise they are wonderful writing implements. #writing #supernote #eink

“He wasn’t the shy type. Nor was he the aggressive type. He was the kind of person women and dogs found interesting in an off-putting way.” #writing #throwawayline

“He loved to take baths. He loved taking things that didn’t belong to him.” #writing #throwawayline

“He was a pompous ass, but since asses were. for the most part, humble animals, he was more of a pompous derrierre.” #writing

“He was like cilantro. Not everyone liked him.” #writing #throwawayline

“His heart struggled to burst out of his chest. Horror filled his mind. He had walked into the house alone—The House of Food.” #writing #throwawayline

“She was his flame, his pilot light. She kept him going.” #writing

“He had finally found the person he was meant to be for life—his soul mate. This happened every few months.” #writing #character

“The cost of tea is steep.” #writing #throwawayline

“Our enemies will die a slow and pleasant death.” #writing #throwawayline

“His life was so weird that he spelled it with an ‘ie’.” #writing #throwawayline

It’s time to fall over and relax. Editing is hard work. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I wish I could pay myself for doing it. #writing #editing

“The more decades you have, the fewer you get.” #writing