Over the holidays, I've been spending a fair bit of time with my e-reader in hand. (Yeah, I've collected four of 'em. Call me compulsive.) And I have to say it's been ... educational. And entertaining. And a little sad.
"The cobblestone street was picturesque, but it was hell on his sports car's shock observers."
Shock observers? Really? Is that like little people strapped on the corners of the car keeping an eye on those shocks?
“It’ll have to be in the next hour. I have a wedding reversal this afternoon.”
That was a priest speaking -- not a divorce attorney.
He was moving as quickly as if he’d been shot out of a canon.
Hmm. Maybe that was the same religious person?
Joe was having an outer body experience.
Yeah, being shot out of a cannon can do that to you.
She opened the cupboard and pulled out a vile of penicillin.
To treat that vile out-of-body experience, perhaps?
Maybe he was angry and had come to ball her out for not inviting him.
With a cannon ball, no doubt.
One knee peeked out of well warn blue jeans.
By all means, make sure those old Levis know they're in danger!
It was a totally bogus murder wrap.
And the detectives wrapped it up nicely...
Every writer needs an editor. Because if we don't already know the right word, then we have no reason to stop writing and look it up to make sure we haven't chosen the wrong one.
