GREMLINS IN THE OFFICE

I hate to read over my blog posts and find errors. What I need is a good editor. Would you believe authors send me work to edit? This is one of those days when I should be curled up in bed with Lily (my cat), reading a good book. It’s cold and raining.  Little gremlins have sneaked into my office and scattered books and magazines  everywhere. I’m one of those writers that can’t keep from cluttering up the place. No, don’t think organize. It’s not in my DNA. As I cleared a path, I dropped John Donne’s book of poetry and the darn thing fell apart. If you haven’t read John Donne’s Elegy to his mistress going to bed here is a sample. …License, my roving hands, and let them go. Before, behind, between, above, below. Oh, my America, my new found land. Love all the be words.