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
Well. It has been one hell of a day today. Nothing bad happened. Nothing great happened. But the day moved along fairly quickly. Getting out of the driveway this morning was a grand adventure. I had to dig my way to my car. The snow was to my knees. The snowdrifts were to my waist.
I got stuck and had to rock my car back and forth a little. Once I was lined up, I had to pretty much gun it, cross my fingers and hope for the best. The fishtales of snow streaming out of both sides of
I had visited my folks this past weekend, staying over saturday night.
I chatted with my mom several times, and at one point she was talking about how lovely San Francisco was as she was there this past summer. She mentioned that I should go there, even made a comment about how I should move there . Okay....that's from out in left field.
Then she starts chatting about a friend of hers, someone who she went to highschool with back in the stone ages. It turns out that this woman confid
Shawn is bad.
Who is Shawn? Hell if I know, but what I do know is I don't like Shawn very much; he nor his cohorts. He is just one of the millions of people world wide that think just because they have an opinion they should share it.
First of all Shawn, Shut the F@#$ up!
I get it, you think it's a sin; great the majority of the world agrees with you. Yet, who benefits from your assertions that it is a sin? You? Surely not you're straight so it shouldn't matter. The people that would
Michelle said she was going to blog about me being an idiot last night, so I figured I'd go ahead and agree with everything she says now.
We went to the club last night after I left work extremely pissed off, and it was a lot of fun. School is mostly out and people were in town so it was pretty packed and we all had a good time. Except for the CJ part... but I didn't end up talking to him. Of course, that didn't stop Michelle from running up to him and hugging him though. Her excuse was, "We
(I should know better than to throw out offhand little things. Geeks, like magpies, are distracted by shiny things, and I'm very much a geek...)
"I'm so glad you could make it," Harold said. "I've tried everything I could think of, but my roses keep getting worse!"
"Don't worry, Mister Hargrave," said the gardener. He was wearing a green t-shirt with the 'Jake's Lawn and Garden' splashed over the left breast pocket. "I'm sure we can find out what's going on and get it taken care of."
I was going to spend some time here whining about opening scenes, 'cause I hate 'em. I really, really do; they're annoying, and hard to get right, and even when I do manage a paragraph or three that doesn't suck they never go anywhere. I mean, I get as far as:
Harold took a sip of his coffee as he looked out over the deck railing at the lake in front of him. The soothing warmth of the drink flowed through him as the first rays of the rising sun bathed the lake's waters in rich orange ligh
Yes he does. He told me so.
-----Well, he didnt really TELL me per say, but he wrote it down in his notes. How do you know you ask? Because I HAVE his notes. How you ask? Because I stole them! (Long story short, I took them and photocopied them. That was actually pretty short. Nevermind.)
Ok he didnt say he hates me exactly he just said I'm one f**ked up nutbag and I should kill myself just to spare everyone the pain and misery of having to deal with me.
-----Well, okay, he didnt really say
I try to avoid shopping as much as possible. On occasion though, I simply must go to the store. At times like these, I'm thankful for Wegmans. If you don't have one in your area, Wegmans is a grocery store chain here in the NY/PA/NJ area. They tend to cater to middle and upper middle class neighborhoods. They have also been consistently in the top 10 employers in the USA for the last 10 years. (including number 1). Anyway, they tend to have the higher quality teen males working for them.
There is something that must be done before one can move on from a broken up relationship, and that is to let go. It has bothered me that now more than a month after Dwayne and I broke up, I still think about him everyday... still play through conversations in my head... I need to stop that, but to do so, I needed to understand why I was still doing it. What I came up with as an answer is that although the relationship was broken up, I was still holding on to something... it wasn't hope of getti
... or is it just mine?
I swear this girl is gonna be the death of me... I went outside with Matty at 3:20 to get in the car to go do some errands before I had to be back here by 4:30 to let Annemarie in the house after practice... I see her down the street in her best friend
This day turned out to be an interesting day. It was the day of our annual Employee Christmas Luncheon. It's the one day of the year where the Department Head's help prepare and serve a meal to all three shifts.
The fun part had already started hours before I showed up at 10:00 a.m. When I got there, there was police and sheriff's car's at the two entrances to the facility. It seems one of the local newspapers had received a call from someone stating that who worked at the facility and drov
Warning: This blog may contain graphic contact and/or TMI. Read at your own risk.
So this week is my last week of undergraduate school. Papers, exams..... blah. Just so glad to be done with it all.
Saturday I walk the stage, sometime in January I'll have my Bachelor's degree in hand....
From here, I don't know where I'm going to go. I'm still going to apply to the University of Pennsylvania, though I'd rather go to Princeton. I'm going to be applying to a bunch of grad schools actual
Wow, you know it's bad when you start dreaming about Dom
Last night I had a very vivid dream about Dom. I don't usually remember my dreams, but this one stuck out.
So anyway, here's what I remember...
It starts out with me checking GA and finding that Dom has blogged again. I was sooo excited, that I considered updating my signature to say 'Domluka has reemerged again', but decided it was more important to read his latest blog entry.
Dom said a few things, like why he was busy
So I feel good. Michelle and I were on our way to Wal Mart when we saw an SUV stuck on the side of the road in the mud and felt bad. So I turned around and went back to see if he needed help getting out. Turns out he and his wife were both cops and she had a little too much to drink at their Christmas Party and wanted him to pull over and ended up getting stuck.
So I get out in the mud and hook up some ties that I have to both trucks and start pulling him out. I get him about half way out w
When AIDS first appeared, here in Mississippi peoples attitudes were, like every social trend, it won't come here for another twenty years. Unfortunately for a lost generation, they were dead wrong. People started dying in 85. By 1990 the numbers were actually alarming.
In 82 & 83, the HIV virus hadn't even been isolated yet. It acted like a virus but science had never dealt with a retro-virus before. CDC nor anyone else in the medical community knew enough about HIV/AIDS to state anythi
Hey everyone! I've still got a buncha stuff I need to take care of, but I really wanted to blog about something (and respond to several of the other blogs) so I've decided that I'll just try to relegate myself exclusively to the blogs for the next couple weeks. Anyway...
I think the trouble with being a gay male is that often your friends will also be a gay males, and unfortunately that combo "pairs up". Basically, while I think dating a friend can often work really well, in general I try
After three miserable days of having the flu, all I can say is this:
Sausage Mc Griddles are a dollar and I have ten dollars. If I include sales tax, I think I can afford at least 9 of them....hmmm, I wonder if I have any loose change in my car.
Went to the doc today and let him finger my prostate. Oooh! Such a feeling!
"It's a shame you have to go through something so disagreeable," he said.
I almost, almost said, "you can stick a finger up my ass anytime you want," but I didn't. No need in going there. I'm not out to him and don't see any reason why he needs to know. He's my wife's doctor, too, so why put him in the middle of something he doesn't need.
"It's a normal exam," he said.
"Thanks," I said.
Then I went do
Unfortunately, it's not of the human kind. In a previous blog, I talked about an Infusion Insulin Pump. I decided to go with it. This now means that I am connected to it 24/7. Anything I do, it goes with me. Even into the shower. I have to hang it on a neckless. The only time it won't be connected to me is when I change the infusion set.
There will be few times that I will have to take it off, most x-rays, coasters with a high g-force and/or use magnetics.. This means that next season, when
So I finally decided to come out completely. At the urging of Michelle and Tina I came out to my sister the other night. She pretty much said, "Is that it? You pulled me away from drinking to tell me that?" So that went well. And I just changed my MySpace (yeah I know... pathetic that I have one, but I don't really use it) to say that I was gay. I figure that's the most effective way to come out to the people that don't know because pretty much everyone has one and looks at mine even though I do
I'm at home tonight. I drove from Aurora, OR, to Puyallup, WA, to drop my trailer and come home. What is normally a two and a half to three hour (150 miles) drive ended up being nearly nine hours (480 miles) because I-5 is closed due to flooding.
And, then my truck went gaga. Seems I have an injector going bad. According to the company maintenance manager, I can still drive the truck, but when the engine needs all six cylinders, mine's only going to have five, or four depending on which inje
I have found out that I have a decidedly female brain. I have also found out that simply because a man is gay does not mean that his brain will function any differently than a completely straight guy's does. I have further learned that boy-brained people are f**king weird.
I'm doing this paper on gender and communication for anthropology, and it's very interesting. It talks about the differences between the ways men and women in general will communicate in private and public settings. Wo
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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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