Road Treat to Baguio

In two hours I should be in a bus to Baguio to attend the opening of a new bookstore there. 

It's going to be a long five-hour ride; it would take a couple of hours more if I rode an ordinary bus. 

Thankfully, there is now what they call Victory Liner de-luxe, non-stop, with a comfort room, TV, a stewardess who serves free snacks, and free wi-fi.  For a few additional bucks—much cheaper than going by car—this ride will afford you time to go through a gamut of activities and still relax a spent body and mind. 

 

I am actually looking forward to it—the bus ride, not Baguio (this deserves another post). I know exactly what to do with five hours—some crosswords, some net surfing, some snoozing, some eating, some sightseeing, some reflecting, some Nook reading, and some editing.

Yes, editing.  Self editing.

I have recently finished a book on "singlehood" (if you need to know more, please leave a comment or e-mail me)  which I am about to discuss with my publisher.  Before I could have the nerve to do that, the manuscript has to go through some more tweaking and twisting.

I'll need a lot of grace to wade through 20,000 words or so, and to make sure each one is in place.  The hardest part of being a writer is when you try to put yourself in the shoes of the reader and hear a question in your mind: 

"What do you mean by this word/sentence/paragraph, Grace?" 

I believe that the first responsibility of a writer (before he can even begin to inspire, encourage, or excite) is to make herself  understood.

So do you understand me this far?

I hope you do, because I am about to upload this blog, log out, and run to the bus station. 

And oh, please help me pray for traveling mercies.