So, I’ve been working Second Shift now since late January. Transferring from one station to another. Learning to master a wire brush machine. Attempting to MollyDag (spray paint). Working at masking. Actually, I like masking. I’ve come to the conclusion that masking is a lot like writing. What is masking? It’s the application of special sticky tape to parts of an airplane engine, to protect that particular area from the Mollydag or any other coating(s) that must be applied to the part. Sounds simple but it’s not. You have to be precise. Lives depend on it!!! Gotta be good with a razor blade. Gotta have good hand/eye control. Otherwise it’s bandaid time. I only needed three bandaids tonight. (My trainer has four.) But why’s masking like writing? Well, when you write you have to choose the right words. With masking, you have to choose the right tape. Duh. Then you add more (tape or words), and cut some out (tape or words). Yikes . . . there’s a bubble in the tape! Rip it off. Start over. Yikes, there’s a scene that just doesn’t have pizzazz and your reader’s gonna get bored. Hit the delete. Start over. Or wait . . . maybe I can squooosh the tape a bit. And that boring scene? It just needs a . . . umh . . . how about a razor wielding maniac? Actually I might become one if I don’t go to bed. Good night. Don’t miss my books. There’s a novel of suspense and a YA historical adventure series. At: www.annrichduncan.com.