I get into weird moods where I stop communicating. It’s not like I go into a social media blackout kind of thing. I just…stop talking. Even in the real world. I guess the biggest contributor to that is I don’t really have anything to talk about.

I caregive a cranky elderly lady (my mom) and I work on my manuscripts. I recently finished the 4th one, polished and everything, and I wanted to go back and re-read the first four as a group.

I got to the first page of the first one and realized I never fixed how I opened it. The language was clunky and cringy, to say the least. I always wanted to fix it, but I could never figure out what to replace it with. But luckily, it finally hit me, the language didn’t match the voice I didn’t find until the third manuscript.

So I revamped it to match. I was trying to sound smart, since this was a sci-fi series, so I was using $5 words all over the place. I got rid of all that and now it’s less “hey I bought a thesaurus” and more “yo you wanna hear something crazy?” and it’s a lot better that way.

And that’s pretty much all I’ve been up to; just staying to myself and writing. And doing the giving of the care thing. I guess I’ll get back to that now. Thanks for stopping by. Stay safe, reader!