Ahhhh! The plot is thickening. The characters have developed perfectly. You have balanced your pace so there is riveting action, informative scene setting, and a richness to your tableau. Everything seems to be going so well, and yet, your beta reader drops a bomb on you.
"It's just falling flat."
What are you supposed to do? Where do you turn? How can you enrich and round out your characters? How about a little emotional rescue?
Let's try filling in the back story of y
I just had a conversation where someone told me that it was demeaning to refer to my friend Steve as my "stoner" buddy, rather than my best friend or some such thing. He thought I was trying to sound cool by inserting the stoner buddy bit, and in doing so, both demeaned myfriendship to my friend Steve and offended his own sensibilities.
What I'm wondering is...do you think the person has a good point? Is it demeaning to do that? I suppose that in a way, it's taking a single charact
I injured my knee last sunday.... .
About 8 miles into a 12 mile run, my left knee started hurting real badly. I asked the guy I was running with if we could walk for a bit (I've never done that before), so we walked for about a quarter mile. I was able to start running again and we finished off the 12 miles (had to as we had to get back to our cars), but I was having some serious pain in my knee.
Once I got home, I took some advil, iced the knee, elevated it, and parked my butt on t
My uncle passed away this morning. Long battle with HIV and stuff. Sucks. My mom got a phone call from his partner and she went away quickly to Washington state to see him go, along with her other older brother. She is gone, I threw a party at my house and even while she was gone I felt kinda guilty I was throwing a party. And I kinda don
On the way home from work I got a frantic call from my Mom- "Help! I've got water coming in!"
We have had one of the wettest Octobers on record and got a huge splash of rain Thursday & Friday: 6 1/2" in 14 hours. A creek near my Mom's house had gotten dammed up by logs and sentiment and flooded her garage and kitchen.
I moved her car and fridge before it got wet so yeah! big win. I found where the creek was backing up and managed to break it lose. It drained off quickly and left me
So, I've been busy over the past few weeks (though it generally feels like months HA) mainly with school work and my jobs.
This week I go in for my paperwork/physical session with my new job to make sure I'm healthy and not a medical threat to the clients I work with, which is cool because that means that I get a free physical (and I hope that the doc doing it is a hot one as well XD ) Once that's all done and over with, I start my trainings which include, but not limited to, crisis interventio
I'm gay. I have no doubt about that. But there is something I like that I shouldn't. For whatever reason, one that I do not even understand myself, there's something I like that's odd for me to like. I like women's breasts. They're nice pillows, and I want a fruit fly who will let me play with her tits sometimes.
Thank you to everyone that gave me advice in my last blog entry.
I need some more please.
Two days ago A and I were texting back and forth about the situation. At one point I texted her saying that she needs to tell him. He saw that text and asked what was going on. She told him that at her bachelorette party she gave oral sex to someone. Which was the truth, but not what I had really been talking about. I had not even known about that. Well, it devastated him. He is really torn and do
It's a very fickle thing...
It takes me a while to fancy a guy, inevitably by that time he's probably gone back to an ex-boyfriend or lives on the other side of the country. I've almost come to expect such conditions to the point where I start talking to a guy I wonder what the end game will be.
I dunno what else to put here. I started five times, but end up censoring myself every time. Interesting really when it gets to the point where watch what you do and or say. lol I should do that
I found out at work today, that I've been given a new name by my staff. They are now referring to me as The Angel of Death. Earlier in the year, I had to escort two of my staff to a meeting with the Administrator about a picture that one of them had posted on Face Book. Unfortunately, it was work related photo that didn't go over too good.
Last week, I had to escort another of my staff for another meeting. With the current state of the economy and working on next years budget, personnel chan
I do not know what to do. My best friends, A (she) and K (he) are married to each
other, and they have a one year old daughter. I have been friends with
her for 5 years and with him for about 2. They got married in August.
I love all three of them very much. Last week A told me that she is in
love with one of their mutual friends, M. She only loves K as a best
friend now. He is totally in love with her, and he has no idea.
Now, she keeps texting me and telling me how much she lik
It's been a week of weighing in at 281.
So, it looks like 283 is no longer my plateau.
So, this means I've lost 10 pounds since I stopped driving last December.
Unfortunately, I have to go back to driving next month.
But, if I work hard, 279 shouldn't be that hard to achieve.
Ten pounds a year and I've only got five years to hit my target of 230.
According to the current BMI calculator, I should be 200, but my doctor said that would make me too skinny.
Imagine! Too sk
So I'm sitting here after a long day of work followed by drinks with the co workers. So I'm listening to this new song that I'm very much enjoying and singing/dancing too. So about an hour into my writing which was just about five minutes ago, I start to smell something burning. So at first i just figured my Aunty was making sweet potatoes again. But then I started to smell that stink ass some of plastic burning and panicked a little. I went inside my grandmas room on my way to the kitchen to se
It is difficult to make sense of my dream this afternoon. Sometimes, my mind forms a coherent narrative, with a distinct beginning, middle, and end. I blame being an English major for those days. But, more often it's more typical, with my dreams being more variations on a theme than simply one story. There are points to be made, however.
I was a magical practitioner in a holy order, one dedicated to the eradication of an undead menace that was so far winning. Zombies would probably a good en
last night was fantastic
-huge party
-rolled hard
-danced for 3 hours
-swapped saliva with a 17 year old
-got rejected
-got accepted
-lost my cellphone
-found my cellphone
-one four games of beer pong
-champion
-felt up my good friend nick
-he didn't care
-drank my worries away
-good night
-no regrets
-not even the 17 year old, cause i wasn't his type
-i was briefly offended
-but then i thought, i'm a hypocrite because i do that too
today:
-lots of water
-feeling al
I wonder if people around here understand me as I really am. I am a lot less inhibited here. In actuality I am more of a shy, standoffish person. I will talk to people but usually only when spoken to until I get used to someone. Then I am chatty. I am not one to be around crowds. All of the voices I hear make me feel uncomfortable. I guess most people don't really know me. I keep a lot of stuff about me bottled up... what I'm thinking and what I'm feeling. But when I'm online, it's like I'm a di
Ive always hated mine. Perhaps this stems from childhood when all I ever heard when I answered the phone was my mothers name. People ( relatives more directly. relatives I saw every weekend) couldn't seem to discern me from my mother over the phone.
It continued well after my balls dropped (puberty for those of you who are not as crass as I am being at the moment.) with sorts of people calling me ma'am on the phone and what not.
I even had someone here point out that it may be the issue.
I guess I'm going back to driving. I went to the hazmat fingerprint place today and gave the government images of my arches, loops, and whorls. I should get the approval in a month. Then it's back to finding a company that'll employ me as my previous employer has made it clear they don't want me. In some ways I'm glad.
On the writing front, basically, I'm not. I don't exactly know why but that seems to be the situation right now. There are still stories in the bin to be written, but they do
It's an amazing thing really, how things can change over time. Just last week, me and my mom were getting along really well, joking about things and acting like there wasn't a problem in the world. I even switched my hours for work this week and cancelled some plans I made with friends so that I could spend some extra time with her yesterday (it was also her birthday).
Today I spent the better part of the day doing school work (labs, reading, exercises, etc.) that I needed to do and came home a
Seattle Gay & Lesbian Film Festival
Boy Shorts
By Nevin Jefferson
Frequent Traveler
Patricia Bateira;2007 Portugal 8 minutes with subtitles.
Frequent Traveler is a human comedy of errors that just keeps getting worser as the actions become hilarious. A man is at the Airport Security waiting to get checked through. A hot security guard is on duty with wand in hand. The traveler sets off the alarm of beeps and has a big grin on his face. The hot g
The Gay and Lesbian Film Festival
By Nevin Jefferson
Hollywood JeT'aime
Production: Lightfoot Prods.
Cast: Eric Debets, Chad Allen, Diarra Kilpatrick, Michael Airington, Jonathan Blanc, Scott Romstadt.
Director-screenwriter: Jason Bushman
Producer: Charles Herman-Wurmfeld
Director of photography: Alison Kelly
Production designer: Michael Fitzgerald
Music: Timo Chen
Costume designer: Kari Cassellius
Editor: Phillip J. Bartell
No MPAA rating, 95 minutes
The 2009 Seattle Gay and Lesbian Film Festival
Waxie Moon
By Nevin Jefferson
Cast & Crew
Director Wes Hurley
Producer Wes Hurley
Cast
Marc Kenison/Waxie Moon, Steel Orr, Miss Dirty Martini, Deirdre Timmons, Elsa Von Schmaltz, Lucky Penny, Babette La Fave, The Shanghai Pearl, Ernie Von Schmaltz, Tamara the Trapeze Lady, Ben De LaCreme, Kitten La Rue, Lily Verlaine, The Swedish Housewife
Russ Morgan, Sydni Deveraux,Iva Handfull, Gerard D, Sylvia
Just a quick note...
1) I've been out of touch with most people recently - sorry. Part of it has been my mood... Ever since early Sept, I'm been down mainly due to having been out of work for over a year, and partly cause still dealing a little with not having my girls (dogs). But I know a lot of you care and have reached out - and I appreciate it, even if I haven't always reached back.
WHICH leads me to:
2) GREAT NEWS!!!
Tomorrow (Wed) morning at 9AM - I report back to work! WO
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My research came up with a different origin. First of all, Zilch is a German surname of Slavic origin.
The usage became popular in the 1960s due to a comic character, Mr. Zilch, in the magazine Ballyhoo.
I shocked my pals when I used a windlass fashioned out of stuff in the back of his truck attached to an oak tree to pull his truck out of a muddy bog. Archimedes was wrong about using a lever and a fulcrum to move the world. You need a windlass too. Redneck engineering is fun and has gotten me out of so much trouble. I won't say what we were doing in that bog. 😇
Windlass comes from the Old Norse word 'vinda' (to wind) + 'ass' (a pole or beam). The latter part is similar to the Gothic word 'ans' (a pole or pillar). The word windlass was brought into Middle English as an alteration of the Anglo-Norman French word windas around 1400.
Windlass type devices are used in modern ships to raise the anchors, whereas capstans were used in sailing ships. The main difference is windlasses are horizontal and capstans are vertical.
The short story as a form is challenging. It condenses everything about writing into a short piece that can be read in a sitting.
It's a good place for a beginner to start because it forces you to be concise. Every word matters.
You can easily get lost if you try writing a novel first. The short story is a nice, tame hundred acre wood to play in.
Razzle-dazzle, what an interesting combination of words.
Dazzle is an intransitive verb: 1) to lose vision when looking at a bright light; 2a) to shine brilliantly; 2b) to arouse admiration by an impressive display.
Transitive verb: 1) to overpower with light; 2) to impress deeply, overpower, or confound with brilliance.
It’s also a noun as dazzle or dazzler.
Dazzle came into usage in the 15th century as the intransitive verb 1.
It also has a bunch of primary synonyms an
Authors should be cautious about using razzle-dazzle in their prose. If it works, you get the fireworks you were hoping for. If not, you get a messy fizzle.
Write, rewrite, drink heavily, cuss, rewrite and hope for the best.
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