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Funny Story . . .

 

Just like this little bee getting getting all sorts of good pollen from this tiny flower, I'm fining courage all over the place . . .often in the most unlikely places 

So one of my friends in my writing group sent me a little re-write of Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice -- from Darcey's point of view.  

She also sent the original chapter she was writing POV (point of view) off of so we could compare. 

I thought I downloaded her chapter and happily began editing, marveling at how well she captured Jane Austin's voice.  But she had some places she could tighten and a few sentence that were confusing and needed to name the speaker or protagonist.  It wasn't until I was nearly done with the chapter that I discovered I had been editing the original.  

I had been editing Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice.

I sat back and laughed until my sides hurt and then got up and did a jig.

You may wonder if I had lost my marbles?  The answer is probably . . . but also, I edited Jane Austin!  There were run on sentences, confusing name markers, and some weird descriptions.  

It wasn't perfect.  But it was also delightful.

Do you have any idea the relief I felt? 

So much.  In fact, I had to lie down on my bed and have a little nap I was so relieved (it was wonderful).  

I woke and pulled out my manuscript and began hammering away at it.  All is not lost.  In fact, it all might just be found.

Here's to everyone who feels overwhelmed by their fears of imperfections and failings--most of us don't even notice or see them.  We just enjoy the story.  

My books are coming . . . be prepared (there will probably be some run on sentences and some confusing stuff), but it's a good story! 


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