REVISING, CRYING, DRINKING COFFEE, CRYING SOME MORE

I would rather write with charcoal on the back of a shovel than deal with the stubborn and uncooperative computer turned she-devil. If any writer is reading my blog, please send me your wisdom, patience and prayers. Or better yet, stop over and help me.  My manuscript looks like a botched autopsy done by a blind and undertrained morgue forensic examiner.