I'm not sure about the title, just ignore it. I do. And is not really a memoir either, so ignore that part too. What remains is the tragic story of my second re-write, or re-edit of the first draft of the ongoing novel I am exhaustingly (yeah, adverb) trying to finish. First draft was a hot mess, of a whooping 180 pages. I had to stop and listen to the cries of the Beta Readers that it was excruciatingly (yeah, adverb) boring and or confusing and or complete shite when it came to punctuation and grammar. I took a break (a very long break of at least 3 months) time in which I just complained about my writer's block and lack of skills, doubted everything and everyone and read Nietzsche just so I feel a little better about my own existence. I also had to combat my very father, who is a consecrated and prolific writer, advising me to keep on going no matter what, because as he said, worst comes to worst, it can't be as bad as "50 Shades of Gray". I guess he read this http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/340987215 But it was. Not because I had "gasps" and "whispers" or BDSM (not yet, I will, is a popular trend now, have to insert some soft porn romance action scenes somewhere!) but because of the adverbs. I had no clue it was a mortal sin to have over 565 adverbs in between 65 000 words counted. When one of the readers pointed that out, I sobbed and hastily (yeah, adverb) bleached my hair blond. Then I continued my grammar rule of do's and don't's (apostrophes for plural, everyone!) research and wasted hours upon hours debating every single period. Had a meltdown. Got myself up with the help of my friend Whiskey and Vodka, and some words of encouragement from some folks that saw the "silver lining" hidden in between the filth of improper grammar. And here I am now, 65 clean pages in. Now I have different issues, but that is to be continued... PS. English is not my first language. Not even my second. So if you see any weird syntax or spelling or adverb spillage, please ignore it. I do.