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
Hi everyone,
So I'm probably not the best person to give advice to others, but I am feeling pretty cheerful/content right now, despite all the junk life's been throwing at me recently. So anyway here's a few things I have opinions on. If nothing else it'll be nice for me to have them written down somewhere.
My Approach to Life:
-Learn how to be happy alone; if you don't enjoy your company why should anyone else?
-Always accept people's help and support, but always try to give m
I knew intellectually this time would come, eventually. I always thought that I'd be mature about it, accepting my fate with some dignity and perhaps a bit a levity. Actually, that's a flat lie. I was depressed most of my teenage years, and never really thought I'd live to see drinking age, let alone twenty-three. It didn't really hit me that I was going to have a full-fledged adulthood until I was standing there in the sun with my BA in hand and wondered, "Well f**K. Now what?" So worrying abou
Hi there, everyone.
I haven't been insanely post-whoring lately, and I even lost some creds as a proofreader; but since November 1st, this has been quite a roller-coaster ride.
I never discussed this here, and only told two people I think, though reading Krista's, Sharon's or Steve's blogs, I'm definitely not alone.
My mom died on November 9th.
She was diagnosed with breast cancer right before Christmas 2001. At that time, she was 55, walked and trekked a lot, worked too... I'll sum it
So i was checking my email and got this from work, it was sooo touching that i want to share it with you guys <3
Just remember the below is not my work at all. And is a true story...
We all know or knew someone like this!!
One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday
These past two days have been incredible.
Two days ago, out looking for a new place to live and a job, I meet this woman who wants to pray for me, so I figure why not? It couldn't hurt. Later, while checking out a place for a job, I meet another guy who's looking for a new place, we talk for a few hours and we think we've got a decent business deal worked out to cut down on our costs to find a place to live. He's not gay... he does have a nice body but not all that cute in the face, and kind
I had one of those "oblivion" thoughts yesterday. I don't know if you have them, but they kind of go like this:
"Religion is good because it keeps the masses in line. If most people did not have religion, they might come to the realization that life doesn't make a bit of sense. We're all pretty much like a herd of gnus. We plod through our lives according to society's plan and then die. Everyting we were, everything we did, everything we might have thought, everything of us dies, comes to an
I had a rather...bitchy rant posted here up until a few minutes ago, but I've decided to nuke it. It wasn't particularly healing or necessary.
Instead, I'm going to introduce y'all to one of the characters floating about in my head. His name is Missouri Weeks. Mo for short. He's a bit of a loser, in that he sort of drifts through life in a happy daze most of the time. He is, in other words, what my mother calls a space cadet, only sometimes touching down on earth before his mind is off on an
Okay, I'll admit right up front I'm trying to lose a little weight. Heck, I've been trying to lose a little weight since I don't remember when, probably around the time my nickname was "Tubby" and I figured out the other kids weren't trying to be nice.
So, my latest ploy at losing weight is to do it metrically. Using kg's I only have to go down 21.9. Using good ol' avoidupois, I need to drop over 40 and that's a lot to drop. Plus when losing kg's a little goes a long way.
I broke the 122
The current Ben and William story I'm working on set this one off. I sent off the draft for their most recent story to a good friend of mine for a read through. He's straight, and while guys doing each other isn't his thing, neither does he much care. (Which is cool, though occasionally somewhat embarrassing for me)
The boys, of course, are a couple, and more than willing to boink each other at the drop of a hat. (Ben keeps a bag of hats around, just in case) Regardless, in the few stories o
Forgot to put this into the last post which was about politics (thus this part is like, Politics II). Funny and true:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhw8DFSGzvg
I was going to put up another vid of Richard Jeni, but for some reason it is not working. So, if you want, look up "richard jeni gay baby" on youtube. Very funny.
And Now, For A Public Service Announcement:
"The very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open society; and we are as a people inherently and historically o
Hey,
So it's been pretty shitty around here this week. My sister had her baby, a little girl she named Linda Ann, after our Mum.
She was born at 1:30am on Saturday and fought for her life for one hour ten minutes before her strength gave in.
I don't really know what I feel right now.
How is it fair that she didn't even get the chance to start her life let alone live it? How is it fair that my sister and her husband are left feeling the greatest loss there is?
It's simply not
Hehe, I like philosophy class. I especially like the way baptists gang rape logic and philosophers pretend to be experts in the other sciences. I have also decided that philosophy is probably the most useless waste of brain power possible. There is absolutely no realm within philosophy anymore other than ethics; almost all of the other major questions they pose can be answered by one of the other sciences with concrete evidence, as opposed to shaky inductive arguments.
Don't even get me
So last Tuesday, I went to my first spinning class. For those of you who don't know what spinning is, it's a class at the health club where a group of you ride on these cycle machines and pretent your climbing up and down hill by varying the speed and resistance on the cycles & changing how you are either sitting or gripping the handlebars. Oh and an instructor is constantly yelling at you to turn it up, or pedal faster, shoulders down, tummy in, & stick your ass out!
I've been g
Okay, so you didn't get to vote. Maybe you should've sent a comment like Old Bob. If you've got any complaints, send them his way.
No, I'm not going to change the title every month, but I might do it annually.
I'm still riding a euphoric high right now, so enjoy this happy mood while you can.
I'm working very hard on the Kevin project. The words are coming together and if all goes according to plan (i.e., I don't have a setback on the depression front, etc.) Kevin should be ready to
My sister is somewhat of a Kevin Smith freak. In fact Kevin Smith is the only person that she would screw on personality alone, or so she claims. Anyhow, after the disasterous screening of Fred Claus (two snaps down, wayyyyyy down) with Viv, my sister suggested we watch this DVD she rented from Netflix called Small Town Gay Bar. It was pretty interesting, and reminds some of us in more liberal populations of the fight that is still out there.
in fact my sister posed the comment, "I didn't kn
For the love of good golly god and all the little children dont see Fred Claus!
Need I say more?
I can, but I feel dumberer now having watched it.
And why did they show a tomboy with a bat but not a fabulous *snap* boy with a hoola hoop?
So yeah BAD MOVIE ask Viv, (who for the record chose said movie cause she didn't want to see Saw IV or Beowulf (which sounded awesome)) look at me rock the double perenthi .... (yeah I made it up) And don't listen to her, she claimed I chose it,
For the love of good golly god and all the little children dont see fred claus!
Need I say more?
I can, but I feel dumberer now having watched it.
And why did they show a tomboy with a bat but not a fabulous *snap* boy with a hoola hoop?
So yeah BAD MOVIE ask Viv, (who for the record chose said movie cause she didn't want to see saw IV or Beowulf (which sounded awesome)) look at me rock the double perenthi .... (yeah I made it up) And don't listen to her she claimed I chose it sh
Things have been good but bad at the same time lately. I just got a f**king speeding ticket for going 88 in a 60. It was bound to happen sooner or later with how I speed, but it still pisses me off! Oh well... that's what defensive driving is for.
I would write more but the boyfriend is getting pissy that I'm still online.
Joe
(Who HATES cops with a f**king passion!)
As I was driving back from Portland today I thought about changing the title of this blog.
When I first started this, I took the title from my LiveJournal blog, which has suffered significantly from a general lack of entries since this was begun. So, I was thinking maybe I could actually have two blogs if they were named differently.
So, I came up with a few ideas and thought, "Why not give my readers a chance to influence my generally obstinate mental processes?"
I don't have to cha
I wrote this poem some time ago, and I'm posting it again now, with some extra stanzas. It tells my story pretty well I think.
I was walking across a rope bridge
Behind me, my life without you
Before me, the day I move in with you
Below me, no rivine, nor rushing stream
Below me lay a vastly wide river
Moving warm and slow
To nowhere I'd rather go
Than the other side.
You were standing on the other side
When I saw you disappear,
And a moment of confusion crossed my mind
When yo
Well, I gone and done it this time.
I saw that Graeme was celebrating his 17th anniversary and, of course, I had to congratulate him. Seventeen years is quite an accomplishment. (I don't exactly remember number 17, but I'm sure we had fun. We'll be doing number 34 this year. Can you imagine living with the same person for 34 years?)
Well, that post put me over the hump.
I've been worried I wouldn't hit 100 posts before my 1st anniversary here, but Graeme did it to me. Now, I suppose
So, things are going. I've been making some changes over the last few months. Spending time with people I haven't seen in a while, getting to know new ones. Got a new dog. Rodent-looking little thing. Had one of those "how-much-is-that-doggy-in-the-window?" moments. Too much, but worth it.
Mostly I've been trying to get my s*** together. Like everyone else, I've got to take the time to do that sometimes. I know, not very specific. But I'm good. I hope everyone here is, too. I miss this place
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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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