what is this “done” word you speak of? I know it not.
I made the mistake of rereading my story, Driving Lessons, after having left it alone for several months. Yeah. Smart. I found a few things that scream “what the hell were you thinking, first when you wrote this, and then later, when you edited it and said, Oh yeah, that’s good?”
- Lesson from Shakespeare, number seven hundred forty-one: don’t work around broken keys; if your laptop’s keyboard requires special cajoling, repetition, or unnecessary force to recognize certain letters, zounds, but a recycling heap’s the home for it.
- Lesson from Shakespeare, number seven hundred forty-two: if you’re going to make up new words, they better be good. I mean, look at dwindle, hobnob, swagger, lackluster, and even bump, for crying out loud. Go ahead and be a bard, but be a real bard, not a brobdingnagian one.
Anyway, revising. A nice problem to have, or so I’m telling myself.