Things I Have Said To Myself Or The Manuscript While Revising Today

Enjoy this look into my brain.  And, yes, I said all of these aloud.  The cat and I are the only ones here.  What I said to her is a million variants of “Not now, Bella!”.:

“Why is he pausing there?!”

“I need a name.  Wait.  I have a list of names . . . in my purse.  Shit.”  (My purse is apparently a bag of holding because I have way more in there than should fit.  This makes finding the sheet of paper I’m looking for complicated.)

“Wait . . . would Bobby know the word saccharine?”

“Okay, let’s not use the word ‘sappy’ four times in two . . . two times in four . . . whatever, can’t count . . . sentences.”

“Oh, gods, Bobby.”

“‘Wearingly,’ is that the word I’m looking for?”

“‘Wearily,’ is that the word?!”

“‘I was the biggest idiots,’ that’s some good English.”

“Oh my gods, I can’t type.”  (This was after misspelling every single word in a sentence.  I concluded it was lunch time.)

“Oh my gods, that sentence is horrible.”

“‘Realizing’, there we go!”

“Okay, I made that worse.”

“How do you spell ‘statement’?”

“There we go.”

“I’m not digging this.”

“God, you are such a sleaze.”

“That . . . is kinda crappy.”