(Bites the Dust, anyone? You’re welcome, for the ear worm! Queen gets me every time.)
Chapter 44 of 47 of book 1, in the can. (Is it just sound files that go in cans? Can text files go there too? I suspect they might only be able to go in boxes, or files.)
It’s mostly grammar and sentence construction, that I’m editing. A little bit of flow. I’m shortening sentences, removing commas. Simplifying, as much as possible. Not to be patronising, but to be cleaner and more compelling. I hope. Commas and long sentences make for a lot of clutter on a page!
Does anyone still read-read books, or is most of the population on Audible, now? I gave some book-books by specific request as a birthday gift last night, so some people must still read-read. Yeah, I know a couple who do, now I think about it.
Four out of five of my offspring can’t even listen to me reading these books out loud, but I suspect that to be a mom thing, as in: “Ugh. GROAN. My MOM has something to say.”
We mothers are ideally supposed to keep quiet and in the background, cooking and cleaning and not making any fuss about it. It’s fair enough: their time to shine, and all that.
(Did Generation X ever get its time to shine? Hmmm. Maybe. Early Madonna. Mid years of Queen. Billy Idol. We were on our own, the children of traumatised narcissists. Avoided and avoidant. A void. But yes, I think from the darkness we did shine a little bit for a while, not that anyone was looking, particularly. It was over too soon but perhaps every generation thinks that, looking back.) (Gen Z. That’s a loud one. They’re like recycled boomers but with added compassion.)
Oof. I’m building, this weekend. Laid a brick floor yesterday and it’s a smaller, concrete one, today. And I’m handwriting wedding invites and trying to find time for admin and computer games and sorting out the house and, and, and
But anyway. Progress, in creeping increments.