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First, I have to do this just for the annoyance factor.

I ain't used to talking this way. I'd be lying if I said it ain't hard. But I heard in the past few days someone I know really dislikes "ain't" to the point of cringing when she hears it. I bet you ain't got a problem in figuring out it's Jen.

I must thank Sandy for the impetus for this.

All right. That is done. I felt like I was going to dislocate something with all those "ain't"s. In case you have not noticed, I very rarely even use contractions. 'Tis not in my nature, with a few exceptions.

I have been working with Jen to edit my story. We have made it through the end of chapter 3. With work and getting ready to go to a writers' conference at the end of this week, she has not had time to do anything on it today. I am satisfied with the progress we made over the weekend, though. In truth, that may be the best way to go about it. That way, Devon will not bother her when we are working. He is getting quite impatient, and understandably so.

Be well.

It Makes My Head Spin

We have started going over my story, to revise it and fill in any holes that might have been left the first time around.

I am not a man of thoughts. I am not a writer. Aye, I can read and write, but I do not spend a lot of time doing either of these. I do. I am rarely idle.

In a way, I envy people who do such things. Sometimes it seems this type of work is more difficult than the physical activity I am accustomed to.

Condensing almost 300 pages into a 3-4 page summarization, for example, is not something I could do. But it seems Jen has done so very well although she claims it needs work.

It is my experience that very little comes out perfectly done the first time through, regardless of what it is.

Be well.

Some Things Are Not Meant for Sleeping

A couple nights ago, Jen slept on this thing that looked like a settle but with a back. (A settle is a padded bench.) If you were to push a lever and pull on the bottom of the seat, it would lie flat for a bed.

I have been told if I had just called it a "futon," the above explanation would not be necessary. Be that as it may...

Even I could feel the slats of the frame beneath the mattress. She slept on it anyway. The next morning, she said her "butt and hips" were stiff and sore. As the day progressed, it spread up and into her back. This morning, it hurt her so that it was difficult to walk down the hall from her bedchamber to the sitting room.

And again I stand corrected. Apparently now it is called simply a bedroom and living room, respectively. It matters little. The intent is still the same.

Some things are not made for sleeping. It is my thought this futon is one of them. If I heard her mother correctly, she might have to sleep on one again in a couple weeks. That would not be a good thing, I think.

She has finally written some today. She did not for two days and it affected her mood in a way I did not realize it could.

Be well.

She Learned from Me

Though she is, for all intents and purposes, my creator, I have to admit to being proud of Jen. She learned from me and the telling of my story.

'Tis truth she struggled a bit in the beginning of my story. Perhaps, if I am to be completely honest, more than a bit. And she has struggled again with the telling of Devon's, though not so much.

She has learned from me. That is indeed an odd feeling for a man who honestly does not exist in physical form in your world, in your time.

Be well.

A Thing Called a Link

I always thought of a link as a piece of chain, connecting one part to another. With that description, I suppose a "link" is an apt word to describe this.

I have little time at the moment so I will leave you only with the link to Devon's journal. He can be found at Devon's Wish. (I will not confess to how long it took for Jen to show me how to make that show up where you can click on it.)

If you would, go visit and say hello. I know he would appreciate it. 'Tis only one entry for now, though I have no doubt more will follow.

Be well.

On Sharing Journals

I am aware this is a different medium than I am accustomed to. Aye, even now after using it for better than a month. Still, there is something ... at odds with the idea that this journal be shared.

It was broached by Jen in relation to what would ultimately be my great-great-great-grandson. His name has been changed to one more befitting his personality. He is Devon. Which brings up a question...

Will his name be changed in my story to reflect that since he is supposed to be the reincarnation of my would-have-been son?

(Jen Note: Yes. It will be changed.)

That is good to know. There is no need for any further confusion than is necessary. As soon as I know where and what his address will be for his own journal, I will be certain to let you know.

In the meantime, be well. I have to go make certain Jen is taking care of herself after having a back ache all day.

It's Started

Last night, Jen started working on the new story. I nudged her just a bit and got myself mentioned there in the first couple paragraphs.

Aye, 'tis probably a bad case of what is now called ego. Perhaps I should be ashamed, but I am not. If this is a continuation of my family story, which it is, there should be no reason why I would not be mentioned.

Not that it truly matters.

In a few hours, she will be taking another chapter of my story to her writers' group. Today is the day she plans to seriously start on the editing as well. I wonder how that will be feasible, but we shall see.

Be well.