The writing life – editing (or a lingering death)

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After a quick trip to the West side – celebrating Independence Day with family and drinking in the sights and sounds of exploding fireworks reflecting and echoing over the Willamette River – it’s back to editing my manuscript.

To me the details of editing are like experiencing a lingering death.

Is it pummel or pommel? Should army be capitalized or lower case? Sandbar, one word or two? And what about dryland, peace-loving and bullwhip? Two words? Hyphen? One word? At this point everything has a question mark. And plurals are the worst because my eyes see an “s” even if one isn’t there.

What I would really like to do is grab a few gallons of primary colors, a big roller and paint a damn billboard . . .

Who is the girl wearing nothing but a smile

And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway

Rolling down the highway in my Jimmy hauling freight

From Chicago to St Louis Lord I see her every day

A double clutching weasel like me can hardly ever get a girl to look at him that way

SMILING like the girl wearing nothing but a smile

And a towel in the picture on the billboard in the field near the big old highway

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Rick Steber is an award winning writer of contemporary western stories. To find out more about his books, including non-fiction biographies and novels, audio books and DVDs visit his website:  Writing the West http://ricksteber.com

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