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When a chapter doesn’t work
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I’ve been writing the same chapter for a couple of weeks now. It is not working. The scene sucks big time. The dialogue is mediocre, and the tension is flat. So now what do I do? First, I won’t completely scrap the darned thing because there might be something useful there. (I seriously doubt it but you never know.) I’ll cut it from the manuscript and paste it into a snippet file. Then I’ll start over.
Why do I have to begin again? Because, in what I wrote there’s nothing that I find acceptable. Yes, I hold myself to high standards. I refuse to send it off in such poor condition. Is there a doctor in the house? Chapter twelve is an ugly tumor that needs swift, skillful, surgical removal.
This is not a case of my little editor telling me to fix it. No, my little editor read it and puked. My muse even told me it was total crap and I know they are right…this time.
I have no excuse. I wrote the crap and now I am getting out the pooper scooper and clearing it off the pages.
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Are they there yet?
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I’d give my eye teeth for a week without the construction going on across the street. Seriously, this has gone on for a year now, and I am truly suffering from sleepus interruptus. Going to bed around 5 or 6 a.m. and having the noise start at 7 has worn thin. I might’ve become used to the construction noise had it not been accompanied by one of the workers with a desire to be a singer. The man has a tin ear and a voice that could grate coconut.
I like to sleep with my window opened, but it’s been a year since I could do that. Each day I hope that they’re finished. Each day I am disappointed. I feel like the kid in the car, ‘are we there yet?’
The contractor never seems to finish one project before he starts another. The problem with that is he has had to rip up work he’s already done on many occasions. I have a feeling he’s a relative of the home owner.
He does lovely work. However, I would’ve fired him by now. A couple of days ago I got my hopes up because the front porch looked finished only to have them dashed this morning when I saw they were doing yet another project.
“Oh, to sleep, perchance to dream…”
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The vacuum from hell
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I seldom vacuum my house. My reason is simple. My vacuum has the decibel level of a jack hammer. The dogs hide in their crates when I start it. I’ve taken to wearing ear protection when running it. Yes, I vacuum the house with my gun range head set on. Have you ever answered a door while wearing those things? I have. It is somewhat disconcerting to people.
Yesterday I ordered a new vacuum. I want a clean house without having to go deaf in the process. I didn’t want another bag less vacuum. I’m tired of choking on dust, dog hair, and dander when I empty it. It also takes filters that cost an arm and a leg if you can find them. I don’t think I can spare the body parts. My vacuum is heavy and awkward. It’s like wrestling with an elephant on wheels with flat tires.
Another thing, it takes forever to suck up dirt and it never gets it all. A work out on wheels that sucks, or rather, doesn’t suck enough isn’t my idea of fun.
The vacuum I ordered is lightweight. I hope it’s quieter than my old one although that should be easy since a 747 landing in my yard would be quieter than the old vacuum.
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Grab a bucket
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I could tell we had rain before I looked out a window, water was drip, drip, dripping in the upstairs hall. I strategically placed a bucket under the leak and dried the floor. I hate this house. We’ve had a constant parade of roofers up on that flat roof during the thirty seven years we’ve owned this house. I couldn’t believe it when we actually had two years without the leak after the last roofer was up there. I guess we’ll call him again.
One of these days, we might even get the leak in the basement to go away. We’re close, it only leaks a little now when we have a considerable amount of rain, like today.
There’s another reason why I hate this house. We bought the house from DH’s parents. No matter how much I change it, it will always be his parent’s house. (Not to mention the leaky roof and basement.)
Never buy a house from an in law or an out law for that matter. The first week after we moved in, we found we had a major termite infestation that WE had to take care of because they wouldn’t. That winter the furnace went out in a blaze of glory and smoked the basement on the coldest day of the year and it was a Sunday. I dare you to try to get that fixed quickly. Then the water heater died. No one mentioned the leaks before we bought the place. Did I mention that I hate this house?
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Going postal over online banking
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My bank is driving me crazy. For the longest time I had set it up so I could pay certain bills online. I’ve been doing it for a long time. Now suddenly when I went to do this tonight, they said I didn’t have those accounts set up. When did they change it? Why wasn’t I told about it?
Frustrated, I jumped through their hoops and tried to set it up again. After wasting a couple of hours—yes I said hours. I still was unable to pay the bill I wanted to pay. Every time I tried, they gave me a present—an error message. Grrrr.
Well for cripes sake in the time it took me to jump through all those hoops I could’ve written out dozens of checks. Which I did anyway for the bill I wanted to pay because the stupid system wasn’t letting me make the payment online.
Of course, it’s the wee hours of Monday morning so I can’t ask them why. Nor can I ask them what happened to what I’d had set up and been using. Maybe the postal service complained to the banks and they decided to glitch everything so we’d have to mail our payments in.
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What’s black and white and smells bad?
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Or, where’s Billy the exterminator when you need him? Have you seen that program? He’s a hoot.
I should’ve known there was a problem outside when Gavin stood at the back door sniffing at it like crazy. As soon as I opened it, he began to bark and the hair on his back stood on end. A single sniff on my part revealed the problem, at which point I decided that neither dog needed to go outside. Somewhere out in the night our odiferous visitor was lurking. Yes, the skunk is back.
A couple of years ago they’d dug under G’s kitchen to nest. It was not a very pleasant thing when they let loose under there and stunk up the entire house on more than one occasion. Then her DH redid their deck. When he had it torn up, he put heavy duty weld wire all around the foundation of the house. The skunk moved down the street.
We hoped that the skunk had gone to play in the traffic and left our neighborhood permanently. Nope, no such luck. Heeeee’s baaaack.
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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day everyone!
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Just when we think things are looking up…
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Splat! Another disaster hits. DH’s mother is back in the hospital. I may or may not be posting over the next week. I hope I will but that all depends on how much rest we get around here. Knowing his mother and Aunt, we won’t get much.
His Aunt phoned us about twenty times today. We got a little tired of telling her we had no news and probably won’t have any until tomorrow afternoon. (That would be later today, since I am typing this at 1:30 a.m.)
So much for having any time to get things done, we needed to do this week. It looks like we’ll be rushing around again. A list, I need to make a list…
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A mystery writer’s alphabet
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A is for assassin. B is for blood. C is for cop. D is for dead. E is for elephants to hide the little clues. F is for facts we keep them accurate. G is for guns we like to use them, lots of them. H is for hunt our protagonists must hunt for clues and killers, or homicide if that’s what you choose. I is for interest we must keep yours. J is for jail where we hope our killer goes.
K is for killer, or knife, or even keep it simple. L is for love life does the main character have one? M is for murder of course. N is for nefarious our bad guys must be this. O is for outline a pain in the butt. P is for plausibility. Q is for questions we ask and answer. R is for rewrite we do many. S is for study. T is for tension. U is for usage think Strunk and White. V is for variety. W is write, and write and write some more. X is the spot marked on the map. Y is you the reader we must satisfy. Z is the end.
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With heavy, duty gardening comes…
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Sore muscles like you wouldn’t believe. It probably wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t done twice the work today. Tonight I have sore muscles that I didn’t know I had, and in places, I haven’t thought about since the weather got cold.
That’s okay though, since it felt wonderful to get outside and do things again. I do hate winter because it turns me into a real couch potato.
Today I did a lot of over head work trimming vines back on the arbor. Tonight, all that work is making its presence known in my neck, my back, and my shoulders. Well, you get the idea. You know what? Growing older isn’t for sissies. Nope, it’s not for sissies one bit. Even five years ago, I probably wouldn’t have been as sore as I am tonight.
I’ll get over. I’ll be out working in the yard until the predicted cold front moves through by the end of the week. Of course, with cooler weather and rain I’ll be inside chomping at the bit to get out again.
I can’t help myself. I am dying to be able to sit outside at night and enjoy all the hard work.
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Let the gardening begin!
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We had a gorgeous day with plenty of sun and the temperature in the mid fifties. I dug out my leather work gloves—oops, going to need to shop for new ones, mine are full of holes. Oh well, I tugged them on anyway and began the slow process of cleaning out the garden beds. I cleared over half of the pond garden, backwashed the filter, and added some fresh water to the pond. After three hours of work, I took a short break and brought the dogs out for a romp.
I didn’t do much work on the side garden today since we do have a little bit of snow left in there. However, I did drag out the rake and cleaned up many of the seed pods from the sweet gum tree. At least those that were in the grass. They look like teensy hedge hogs. I did an hour of the rake, stoop, and pick up dance. I have a ton of those seed pods in the side garden I need to remove yet but I’ll do that another day. It was more important to get the ones up from where we walk. Those suckers hurt when you step on them, even the dogs hate them.
I hauled a garbage can outside the fence and began to clean up after the slobs who litter around here. I swept up glass, picked up paper litter, plastic cups, and bags, filling a large dog food bag with the detritus from the litterbugs. That alone took me two hours. Yes, a whole two hours wasted cleaning up other people’s garbage.
Where was DH? He was keeping the dogs company watching the TV. It was a darned shame too, because he missed seeing the Downy Woodpecker feeding on the suet, the Cardinals taking a bath in the top of the waterfall, and the Black-capped Chickadees watching me from the fence.
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A Murphy’s law sort of day
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Have you ever had one of those Murphy’s Law days? You know what I mean, one of those days where everything that can possibly go wrong does. That was my day today from the beginning.
Knowing that today was going to be sunny and warm I wanted to get up earlier than usual so I could enjoy it. That didn’t happen I slept in later than normal. I forgot to set my alarm.
I wanted to see snow free gardens. I did, but then I also saw how much clean up work I have ahead of me. I wanted to take the dogs for a walk but a stray pit bull decided to hang around the neighborhood all afternoon. Patty does not like pits. Gavin will ignore leashed dogs on a walk but he is hostile to dogs on the loose. No walk.
I thought I’d grill our dinner. I took my time cleaning the grill and making it sparkle. Did you know you can’t cook on a gas grill without the gas? Yep, the tank was empty. Out came the frying pan.
There wasn’t much on TV tonight but DH did find that Castle was going to be on at ten. We’d stopped watching the show and figured that we probably had missed the episode. Nope, they’d repeated that one twice already and we’d seen it both times. At least DH kept quiet while I worked on my books.
Tonight I set my alarm clock. Tomorrow the weather is supposed to be nice again.
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