Garbage In, Garbage Out
I’m working on getting the rest of my old manuscript into the computer.
A lot of it, to be honest, stinks. That’s not really surprising, as I wrote it a long time ago. Before Hope was born. Before I even met Chris, I think.
But, stinky or not, I’m putting it all in the computer. The original was printed on a dot-matrix printer (remember those?) that desperately needed a new ribbon. It’s nearly thirty pages of single-spaced, faded, 8-point type. I have to get it in the computer while I can still see it.
Once it’s in, though…once it’s in, there’s gonna be a choppin’ and a re-writin’, yessiree.
Sorry. Not sure what that was, or where it came from. Perhaps it is a sign I should go to bed.
Yeah. I think that’s what it is. g’night.
