Everyone Should Have an Ali

I have just completed a tremendously long edit on some work I thought I had finished a long time ago. I was so utterly wrong.

But exceptionally fortunate too. You see, the guy who made and maintains my website (Lexidays), introduced me to his wife. Her name is Alison, and she is an avid reader, and she’s extremely clever; makes me look like a six-year-old – which, when you consider I’m only five, is perhaps a compliment.

We writers are a peculiar type; in that we expect people to buy and read our work, and jolly well enjoy it! We have slaved over each word, each paragraph and each chapter until, a year or so later, we have created something wonderful. Or not, as the case may be. However, we have put into some kind of order one-hundred-thousand words, and we’ve weaved plots and sub-plots, and nuances of character behaviour and development until this collection of words is a living, breathing story that will take our readers away from the ironing, or the grocery store, away from the commute, and into an unreal world where things happen that will make them laugh or cry or wonder, or gasp. Or groan.

Aren’t we clever.

Well, you might be! But my Ali has found out the truth of it all.