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've been known to be a prick from time to time, especially on the boards when someone really pisses me off, and rarely will you hear me talk about actually crying. I was always taught that crying was something you didn't do very often, and certainly not in public, because it wasn't masculine and it wasn't socially proper. Well, I'm breaking the rules today, sitting here with tears streaming down my face, remembering some of the people that we as a society lost to AIDS in the 1980s.
I sta
So it's raining, there is even talk about the possibility of snow flurries by Wednesday. It's rather sublime to live in Southern California and see the possibility of snow in the forecast. It's not the first time it has happened. It snowed some 6 years ago now, back when I was living with my Aunt on the north side of the city. It was interesting, amazing really. there wasn't much of it, an inch or less. But, enough that you could scrap together a decent snowball of the grass and toss it at the k
I'm sitting here on Friday night at midnight and the movie "Hairspray" just came on. Yes, this is what you do on a Friday night when you're in your 40s. Anyway, this has become one of my favorite movies for a bunch of reasons. First of all, the cast was great. Allison Janney, John Travolta, Christopher Walken, Queen Latifah, and Michelle Pfieffer, they were all great. And then there's Zac Efron. Wow. What a wet dream waiting to happen. Then there's the message, the focus on segregation.
One of the aggravating things about going to a doctor is not coming away with a specific diagnosis. You go in with a pain right there and the doctor mumbles, "uh umm," and looks at the spot you're touching and causing nearly excrutiating pain. The doctor looks up at you and says, "Well, there's nothing there that should be hurting as you describe."
No matter how much you plead you can't make headway against medical science. If it not supposed to hurt there, there is no way you can convince t
Well... this is it. Yesterday was my last final in school and while I didn't do as well as I hoped I would, I still managed to do the best I could. What does this mean for you, you might be wondering, well, it means that I'll have more time to write and chat and such.
I'm going to do a massive overhaul of my already published stories and hopefully finish up Lost in Pain. I know that I've said I would work on it but school kinda got in the way. Another thing... being in the hospital for six d
and now for something completely different...
Sadly a lot of these are true, a few I can't attest to, and others that are just way-y off base (for me anyhow).
A little local humor:
You know you're from the Inland Empire IF...
1. Every one of your friends, including yourself, has a drinking problem.
2. You're pissed that you live in the 909 but your cell is 951.
3. Everyone is in a band.
4. Statutory rape laws dont exist here.
5. You hook up with someone on F
Well everyone... reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated....
I was in the hospital for six days because of a double whammy... turns out that Zithromax (an antibiotic) and the medicine I take for my anxiety just don't get along to well... and on top of that... i'm allergic to it! Pretty much they kept me in the hospital for 6 days for observation and it wasn't fun. I didn't have my phone or my laptop so there was no way for me to connect to the world :wacko:
All in all... i'm
Do you ever have one of those moments where you step back, look at your life, and realize that you really have shit to show for it?
I'm having one of those moments, big time.
1.) School:
-My grades have fallen. This semester was awful, worst yet. Two A's, a C, and an F.
-Good news is I'll be a research assistant next semester for Dr. Zeigler-Hill, who's actually interested in things that tie into my own interests. Assuming nothing insane happens, he should be a seriously useful
First things first - Dan and I are going to the Inauguration and if anyone wants to meet up for lunch on Saturday, Jan 17th in DC, I started a thread.
Overall, my health has been going pretty well. I'm in the hospital right now - got here last Thursday for my "A2" round and I should get out tomorrow night. My next "stay" won't be until Dec 29th (so I will be here for New Years for the "B2" round). But the nice thing is I should be fully functional during Christmas time - and Dan and I are
I'm at the Space Age truck stop outside Hermiston, OR, getting ready to get back on the road. It's raining up on Snoqualmie Pass so I shouldn't have any problem running over the hill this morning; it's simply a matter of getting myself going.
Yesterday I didn't get myself going like I intended and ended up driving over the Blues in the snow. The weather forecast said it wasn't supposed to start until 10 p.m., but Mother Nature obviously doesn't get her clearances from NOAA. There must have b
Slightly over three years ago I made a blog entry entitled "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year." It's amazing how much things have changed since then. I have a completely different life now. I was happy then, very happy actually, but I have to say I think I'm actually even happier now.
I had the most fun this weekend! Friday night I went to a housewarming party, which was really awesome! It was actually for my girls who had moved back last August. LOL, it took them that long to get se
No, I don't have it.
I started writing my next installment, set in 1980. The big STD fear in 1980 was Herpes. If you got it, you'd get sores on your dick, or your mouth, or both. It wouldn't kill you, but it might be painful, it was certainly inconvenient, and once you got it, it was FOREVER. Not like gonorrhea, which you could treat with antibiotics. No, if you got Herpes, it would be with you forever. And that meant that when you meant that special someone, you couldn't just have
So the working 40 hours + a week for the past four weeks even though I was only getting paid for about 10 of them has now come to a complete end. The Community Christmas celebration is over, the exam is over, meaning only one thing...
10 more days
10 more days until I find myself on a plane, awaiting what lies for me there.
10 more days till I can sit back and enjoy some time without work, school nothing.
10 more days until one of my long life dreams becomes a reality and I get t
It's f**king cold here in the midwest, but sometimes that's kind of nice. I've got the fire turned on (gas, not wood, because I'm lazy), the cat sitting in my lap, and there are snow flurries outside, dusting the ground with white powder. But not the kind you can inhale. And I've just finished a writing marathon that started in August and generated three stories and more than 80 chapters. I'm feeling lazy.
Still, I've got another one on the back burner, a continuation of the saga I sta
So, my mother has decided on a New Years Resolution. Lets overlook the fact that she's a tad early, cause hey preparedness is key right? Anyhow, her resolution is to get me to talk more...
I dunno how to feel about this. Mostly whenever we seem to talk anymore things become, well heated would be a nice way of phrasing it I guess. We have differing opinions on things... Religion, Politics, etcetera etcetera etcetera...
I guess I came to the conclusion a few years ago "Why say anything whe
At times I can be stubborn, but I've looked back over my time here at GA and found that I've come to accept (note accept, not tolerate) two facts:
1) Some guys who claim to be bisexual really are bisexual.
2) Some Gay Fiction readers skip over the sex scenes.
For guys who claimed to be bisexual, I always assumed that they were just in denial, confused, or were just on a journey towards pure gayness. I knew better. I looked them in the eyes with a knowing look (well, as much as yo
Well, a few months ago I moved to Kansas. Well, I'm moving again. This time I'm moving to Texas, Waxahachie to be exact. It's a city of about 20,000, and it's south of Dallas. I was thinking of staying here, but then it hit me the other day. I really don't want to be here, so I've decided that's where I want to go. I will miss what family I have here, but that's about all. The whole depression thing was caused by just not wanting to be here, so that seems like the perfect solution. Anyway, I'm n
I've been taking ginseng pills here and there. I'm supposed to take two pills 2-3 times a day. It's supposed to increase energy or do overall good stuff for your health. Gradually, is the key word though. But I'm impatient and I want energy now. Then I realize my lack of energy is entirely my own fault: Pepsi and chips don't count as meals.
I want to post more chapters of No Fairytale World. It's completed, but I'm adding a new scene in chapter 13, but I'm sort of stuck on it, or can't seem
Hahaha. I left Chicago on Friday, and for the 8 days I was there, the weather was reasonable, without any snow. There were a few times where all I was wearing were shorts and a hoodie.
Now I hear from my relatives that there's about 8 inches of snow on the ground, and that a lot of flights were canceled on sunday...whew, I'm glad I got out of there unscathed.
The weather gods were smiling upon me. Maybe I should go buy some lottery tickets.
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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.
This is a great article and I'm sure it resonates with many authors on GA, it certainly does for me. I wrote a one-chapter short story intending it to be a one-off, readers loved it and it ended up being the first in a series of stories, some are short one-chapter stories and others are novels of varying length. It's a great way to experiment and find out if there is a readership out there for what you are writing. If you look at Carlos Hazday's CJ series it is a mix of short one-chapter and lon
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