Hi all! I’m working on my historical fiction, which appears to have grown one page due to my revising. It’s growing exaggerated and silly-ish out of control.
Excerpt from Two Decades Before
Finally, the floor was clean. I tried to scrub off the coat of gray by rubbing lightly, but instead made it look like a typewriter spitting out Greek that had been hit with a forest-green six-pack of lethal explosives. Hmm. Not bad for ten hours of work.
You know what I mean.
I did something fun the day before yesterday. I cleaned a keyboard. That was cool. And yesterday I ate some cake. It was the birthday of a baby. Appropriately, the cake was weird.