Dashboard Hijinks

There’s all kinds of nonsense on my writer’s dashboard. Little lights and tiny pings that alert me to terrible literary no-no’s I’m approaching at reckless speed.

Such as the bloody red PASSIVE warning that used to blink interminably at me but now just flickers occasionally.

Such as the lemony yellow smiley face that pops up and jingles pleasantly whenever I leave a dangling participle about.

Or the siren-like wale of an impending run-on.

When writing an 18^th century historical novel a particularly hateful, chartreuse-tinted exclamation point flashes whenever a contraction is used in dialogue. I loathe this chartreuse-ness. In fact, in the last few weeks of edits, I may have possibly, perhaps have punched its little light out entirely.

Just saying.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Through Chartreuse-Colored Glasses

Gremlin leavings.

The gremlin of discouragement from this morning, I am glad to report, only left a pale residue on the rest of my day. (A yellowish green taint that reminds one of a moldy chartreuse. *shivers*)

Turning a blind eye to those particular sections of the color wheel, I have managed to get half of my word quota done on Book Two of “The Lion and the Steed” series.

Is it bad that I have to keep reminding myself of the name of the series?

I’m so used to writing a book, promoting that book through release and then moving on to either the sequel or an entirely different universe altogether, that Writhe’s sitting in “publishing house inner-space” has really screwed me up. (And as you well know I don’t need any more screwiness in my life/head.)

Yes, I realize that another nudge Ravenous Romance’s way will be required very soon, but I can’t think about that quite yet. (Mostly because I have no idea what I’m going to say. *lol*)

Alrighty then, I believe the gremlin chartreuse has now officially spread to this blog.

Apologies.

I’ll try to scrub away the remaining gremlin-ness before the next post.

Does anybody have any lye?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe