Into the Mist.........

       The last time we peaked in on the wanna be writer/author Rebecca Anne, she was twisting her insides and manipulating her brain through a labyrinth of dialogue and description. 

      The consumed writer was precariously balanced in a tropical tree writing and watching her characters Tarzan and Jane while they swung from vine to vine performing a flirting dance with destination, treehouse of passion, in close sight. We read as Rebecca wrote Jane's passionate dialogue that left us on our seats in anticipation.

       "Tarzan, your muscles and man thong make me ache from my dark place of desire and I must take you into my treehouse of passion." Jane said breathlessly.

       The distracted writer, brushed away another mosquito that threatened tropical disease, and paused over her laptop to balance it again on the tiny branch. She was ready to write a passage that was sure to leave both Tarzan, Jane and the readers breathless, when suddenly she was over come with a subplot twist. With fingers uncontrolled and thought that was quite twisted she wrote the following passage.

       Tarzan ran his hungry eyes over Jane's marginally covered body, adjusted his man thong the only way a truly macho man could do, obvious, then grabbed Jane around her 24 inch waist. With a crushing kiss to her mouth, he hauled her to his side, wrapped a strong hand around the vine and swung their bodies through the thick jungle air.

       The warped mind of the writer followed the swinging of Tarzan and Jane, she wrote in the smiles of Jane's face and the howl of Tarzan's jungle fever AHHHYYAAA echoing through the air and then she did it, she threw the readers for a mind bending twist.

       Whack. Was the sound that vibrated through the tropical forest. With one misguided vine grab, Jane's hero and man of dreams in a thong, took them for a header into an unavoidable  tree. Upon impact, Tarzan released the flesh of his Jane and let her slip to the soft canvas of undergrowth below.

         Tarzan, still holding his vine, lifted his hand to the wetness on his temple. Blood, he thought, that figures. His grasp slipped on his vine and he felt his body impact the hard ground next to the soft grasses Jane had fallen in. His mind spun and he looked up to see Jane, standing with two hands on her hips above him.

          He knew what was coming. While his mind was fading, he wished for a quick and merciful coma. Before he could slip into the comforting abyss of mindful rest he heard the words even a jungle atmosphere can't escape.

       "I told you to take a right at the coconut tree back there!" Jane said in a boiling voice. "I'm walking!"

         The last vision Tarzan saw before he passed out, was his beautiful jungle goddess walking into the mist........with George of the Jungle!

<insert revision, rewite note, due to outside influence/brilliance from Sandi @ Life Is Full Of Surprises those last 5 words are her's to claim a cut of the royalites>

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       Thats right, I'm still having a glorious time writing a book. Without saying the word sarcasm, let me try that again.........."Thats right, yeppers, ohh boy what fun, I'm still having just a glorious time writing a book!"

       Writing a sarcastic tone without writing "Rebecca is full of sarcastic tone today" is all part of the fun involved in writing........

       I realized yesterday, that I am a slow writer when it comes to these books I'm working on. I've read of others that have flipped out an entire book in two months and that leaves my jaw dropped on the ground and drool slipping obscurely down the side of my mouth. How can that be?

       I wrote across a piece of paper yesterday this........   REBECCA=Turtle and tacked it on the wall in front of me. Self Mockery. In the race of writing a book, I would certainly assume the role of the turtle. 

       Now for a rather hyper, get crap done NOW type of person, this is a new concept. Normally I stand in the focus, achieve, finish and move on racetrack of life. If I self shrink myself, I can admit it's because if I don't finish things in a timely manner, I will become distracted by something else new and interesting. My level of focus will completely shift. 

       Slow as the turtle stems from writing, re-reading, editing, re-writing, add a bit more writing, editing again, delete delete delete, write some more, re-read..........and on and on and over and over. One step forward, two steps backwards. Three glorious steps forward and two steps backwards. Welcome to my world..............

       So what does a person do when they are on the rat wheel running in circles? Come over to this screen and write something I can finish in 30 minutes. Journal time. Finished, fast as a rabbit, done, and complete. HAH. I can find a place where writing doesn't progress at the pace of a snail.

       Now..........back to waking Tarzan up..............
      
P.S. if the above story makes no sense to you, you may need to read this  Me Jane, You Tarzan  so you know I haven't completely lost my basket of writing induced senses~~