graphics in a novel

small bugger changing text in a book — Those little Spell Buggers. Can’t trust ’em.

What is the origin of “being through the mill?”

I Googled it:

” ‘I’ve been through the mill’ means having experienced a very difficult or challenging time, similar to being figuratively crushed like grain in a flour mill. It has been used in various contexts, including literature and music, to describe someone who has endured hardships.”

Well, I’ve been struggling to find a key I stumbled upon two weeks ago. A key buried in the multiple programs I use to publish and create my content here and there.

River Fork: The Bear in the Storm, which I recently released had errors and typos which I have now corrected and resubmitted to the publisher. Look River Fork at your favorite book store or book site.

HOWEVER, the inside graphic—a pen and ink illustration of the River Fork neighborhood, placed on a 2-page spread, had a problem. It either came out as a grainy illustration with grayscale, or it came out as a dark grayscale with black lines…difficult to view.

Therefore, for the last two weeks, I’ve been struggling with the issue. Like I said, I had found the key, but could not locate that key again. After many conversations with my publishing company and others, I finally stumbled upon that key yesterday afternoon!

And I believe I made it work the way I intended!

Hallelujah!

Do you believe in Spell Buggers? I do.

Spell Buggers live in the deep dark woods and come out when they smell the energy of a fresh story sitting on a desk or in your computer.

They bring their little ink bottle and a pen. They mess up graphics and spelling to attract mates.

They have a long life span…not enough research has been done to determine just how long. Perhpas someone out there has more information?

What a mess they make. Beware, they could live in your neighborhood!

If you see a typo on this post, it’ll be the Spell Bugger’s doing. I think it lives in my office…or maybe in my keyboard?

I don’t have time to search for it—I’ve been through the mill and recovering, and, believe me, once is ennough.