Farewell to 'ings' or how I sent ing packing

No, not the village in Cumbria, I rather like you —and your pub.


This is the dreaded 'ing' at the end of a word. I can now say with some confidence that every other writer in the world can create away, safe in the knowledge there are no ing words they need to beware of. I stole them all.

*Sigh*


Yes, I think I'm must have used every last 'ing' word in the world in my last M/S. I'm too ashamed to tell you just how many I've found. As my lovely techno-guru, Cherie will tell you (she of the great Web design I have) I need talking through every step, one by one. and often over and over.


But I've managed to discover the find and replace bit. (Bit? See very technical, You know what I mean.)


Yes, what a great innovation. But oh no, what  a shame. In 25K I wouldn't have believed I could cram so many in. But cramm-ing was the name of the game. So was delet-ing. Ruthless and firm, I bid farewell to -ing. 


The Thesaurus was on fire, The fingers sore. At last, I ended triumphant! The only ings left were acceptable. Those in the middle of a word, they stayed with a smile on their face. (Yes it highlighted all them as well. To say I was freaked until I realized that was just because all ings were highlighted wherever they occurred in a word, would be an understatement.) A few others I gave gracious permission to remain.


The Rest? Deleted, replaced or rewritten. Sent to the trash box. I feel great. 


Now to start on the ly's!

Have a great Monday

love

R x