What a revolting development the books turned outΒ to be. I wrote Great Eagle book one and it had 169 pages and was 33,005 words when I finished the book. Upon reviewing the listing on Amazon, I noted that it contains 90 pages. Β What happened? So I go to the website, and it is the same. So it turns out I was writing book four and I had outer space people telling how a flying saucer works. How it got its power and some very interesting stuff happening. Had to stop and take books back off from Amazon.
I had ask Emanual to proofread and I think he used A.I. and that could be it or I have done something else stupid. What a revolting development that turned out to be. So now I am surching for someone to proof read and also going back and find if I have saved a copy while I was writing it.
It matters not to me because exceltancy was never used with my name. I always felt if you knew what I was talking about that was good enough for me. Past working life I had hired many truck drivers and in order to explain to them one had to have a vocobulatry they could understand. If you told a truck driver to pack in over there you would be wasesiting your time. They only understood park back that mother xxxx up and donβt xxxx mess around with watching the girls just get it into the xxxx spot over there. Β Sixty years of contracting and building many subdivisions, reservoirs, miles of roads and ski slopes caused me to have many trades and I found truck drivers were a pread of their own. And I think that is where this all started I could not talk to all employees the same way.
Starting out when I can first recale witing a letter I had trouble telling what I wanted. My grandmother Flossie Dalton would write to each grandchild and send one dollar on there birthday but always got a letter. She might tell you three times in the same letter about the party they had that morning. You got to read it several times but she made it so great to read that it was better than Mark Twain. I ask her one time how she could write so many letters to all her grandkids. She explained that it you just forget that you are writing and just think of talking to the person and tell them what you are thinking they will read it the same way and that makes them feel they are hearing from you personally.
I was married to Ann for many years and she was a grade school teacher and she could not write a letter. She would ask me to write for her. Who do you want to tell and what do you want to say I would ask. When finished she would correct all the mistakes and fix the spelling errors and hand me back the paper. Wow did I say that? She would laugh but my point was all that education and being a teacher and could not write a letter.
Today I do pretty much the same thing and it gives me enjoyment writing as you must have figured out by now. When I write it realeaves a burdon on my mind that I want to get rid of. God has a very big shouldere and I have told him everything the same way. If there is a proper way to say something I would not like to learn if it causes me to loose my enjoyment of writing.
With all this I am having to go back and spend time and find what happened to Dan and the travel from Boston to Reno in book one. So that is where I am today.
A Messenger,
Verl K.