Paige Hawthorne: Blog

Several readers have recommended replacing my editors - Thorny, Steven, and Mike - with software. Probably because I twit those boyos so mercilessly. (Now, mercilessly doesn't necessarily mean undeservedly.)

I haven't yet tested any of the editing software that's out there. But I imagine it would be terrific on spelling, maybe grammar and syntax. Which, I never can quite remember what syntax is. But writers talk about it.

However, can software incorporate decades of human experience in fields such as military, technology, pharmacology?

Can software point out contradictory stances from the same character? Recommend new plot lines? Suggest roadblocks and solutions?

Can software tell you when you have your head up your keister?

Of course if the answer is, yes; software can do all of that and more … well, Adios Muchachos.

Paige

The next Winter Jennings saga - "Winter's Chase" - is in the editorial pipeline.

Caveat: The pace is not to the swift. Thorny, Steven, and Mike - poor dears - well, their lips get so tired. And, when editors are discombobulated by words of more than two syllables, well, dictionaries become worn out, don't they?

To the editors' credit, they have fast-tracked "Chase". (It's been in their hands for only two years. Two-plus years. So far.)

Posting schedule? 2020 is a definite possibility. Well, perhaps not definite.

Paige

Okay, my first editor had to be institutionalized and was unable to toil on "Winter's Risk". He is currently MIA.

The other two … well, in fairness to them, "Risk" was the longest story yet. One editor is much improved after his daily Ketamine dosage was adjusted. The prospects for the third editor have brightened and his family holds out hope for at least a partial recovery.

Paige

The last chapter - # 16 - of "Winter's Risk" has been written, edited, submitted, and, probably through site-incompetence, posted here.

I realize that many of you Winter-haters wait until a story is complete before unloading on it … well, now's your time. Sharpen those pitchfork tines, simmer the pine tar, rip open those feather pillows.

I only regret that I have but one chapter to give for my story.

Paige

You've waited, salivating, runner's spikes in the blocks, butt up, aching for the starting pistol … I've imagined a couple of you boys frothing, but that's poetic license of course. Maybe.

Ready … set … BANG! Voting on "Winter's Risk" is now open. Now's your time to vent, to unleash all that repressed Winter-fury.

I can take it. Probably.

Paige