Sunday night - exhausted beyond repair.

I've finished 120 pages of my re-re-re-re edit of Three Hoodies 1.

   The good news: I've only found 4 (yes I know even four is awful) errors, but my style of writing has changed so much over the last couple of years that I find myself re-writing the entire book. Nothing substantial has changed. The plot remains the same, but where I got the idea that two people can talk in the same paragraph, bad enough on it's own, but even worse if they're not identified, I'll never know.

   I'll have it finished by the end of the week then knowing Amazon, in about two weeks anyone who spent money, or even got it free can download the new version for nothing.

I'm appalled that I let it go out like that but then we can't spend the rest of our lives second guessing ourselves. On that basis I'd spend the rest of my life not writing but re-writing everything I ever wrote time and again. 

   Not a bad thing some might say but my work was the best I could do - at the time of writing. 

   My biggest mistake was formatting it the same way for both Amazon and smashwords when S/W have a different set of requirements. This time, Amazon's copy will be for them and S/W's version the way they prefer it.


   Things might have gone more smoothly this afternoon were it not  for my daughter's pony being fitted with it's new winter coat and, according to my daughter, would have just died had I not been there to applaud, but not before I had to struggle, knee deep immersed in freezing equine waste. Oh joy.