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~2021 Spring/Summer Anthology~
Now, let's take a look at the themes and guidelines for the first anthology of 2021!
The themes of the 2021 Anthology #1 are:
Top Theme #1: On the Ro
Noah is off with his new job and it is taking time to get used to it. He accepted a job as an assistant project manager for remodeling, closing, and opening various stores across the country. While he isn't too far from home during this first job assignment, it is distant enough to bring me back to our dating days. When we first started dating, we were several hours away from each other for the majority of our relationship prior to him moving in with me.
We've reverted back to our dating t
I've had a love-hate relationship with the word, 'productivity.' With my occupation, it is highly encouraged to be as productive as possible, but it feels strange to see myself being the only one performing. My shift ended several hours ago, but I still can't shake my distaste for how few cares my fellow coworkers give. Seeing how the pandemic is still going on, and a lot of people are finally understanding the lasting power it can hold on human life, workers are feeling fatigued. My fellow stoc
I was reading a blog entry by @Comicality the other day concerning revisions of old stories. It struck a note (and has an awesome example of revision in an iconic scene from 'Star Wars') as I have lately been digging out some of my old stories and re-reading them. Some of these things are so old they were printed out on a dot matrix printer (don't ask, kids) or even typewritten, complete with Tipp-Ex corrections. It's always interesting to read back your own work. Sometimes it makes you wince; c
I've been spending quite a lot of time over the past few weeks making sure I am several chapters ahead of posting. There are now only two more chapters left of 'Gone Away, Gone Ahead' before reaching the end. I have had a few comments asking if there’s going to be a sequel and over the past few days I’ve been seriously considering that. I'm still working on the prequel, 'Threadfall', and estimate there's probably another 20-30,000 words to go on that. If someone had said to me that I would manag
I am exhausted. Purely and utterly exhausted.
Work has been a nightmare. Currently enduring an eight day workday streak, and my night off on Thursday can't come fast enough. And if Rona and her hold over people wanting to buy more groceries isn't bad enough, our store has been plagued with a monumental challenge. If y'all read the newest entry for Dear, Grocery Shoppers, the new process of how our store's stock crew is to perform their job is truly kicking our spirits down. It's been a whi
Well. Yep. Things are certainly happening!
A lot has happened in a week. I started a new story, and it's been going well. I now have an awesome editor. And Noah's been busy with his own work, both on Gay Authors, and with his little podcast project he's been wanting to start. For some reason, after having a weekend off, working a singular shift, and now having another evening off tonight, I'm pooped! Bushwacked. Exhausted! I should be going to bed, but my fingers are dancing and I can't mak
It may be a tad late to let you all know, but my favorite Christmas song is Silent Night. The tone, the pace, and the words all echo in my head. And I had a beautiful silent night.
As an overnight worker, my days off work have become silent nights. Noah soundly asleep, along with my neighboring Kentucky residents, and I just wind down. My muscles get a good relaxing rest. No stocking of groceries, no lifting pallets onto stacks, no loud cardboard balers screeching from the back-dock. Pure
Folks...y'all...I'm just the worst. My ADHD has caught up to me. My world is crumbling around me as I know it.
I am having two completely devastating crises at the same time, and I'm stuggle-bussing at the moment. I blame one on myself, and the other on Noah.
So...I'm blaming Noah...for the loss of essential information that I, supposedly learned in elementary school. I couldn't tell if I was just having one of my blonde moments, or if I have legitimately lost some of my memory, but
Yeah, look at that title, and you just have to know I'm in a pickle. A kosher dill pickle. Not a spear, not a chip, not even relish. A whole dill pickle. No butter or sea salt to be found. And most certainly not sugar free.
I...received a comment on a chapter of Love in the Shadows, which is now almost complete! All chapters are posted, but some minor editing needs to be accomplished. But...this comment. Ooooh, it was a juicy one. A big, juicy pickle. And because of reading this comment be
Just got off work, and my first instinct is to plop in my recliner, and make such a dad-like moan!
This was a major mistake. I need to shower, cook some food, and get some fresh clothes on. In addition to this, our new office desk just came in that needs to be built, trash needs to be taken out, and some general housekeeping needs to happen. But...my recliner is so comfy!
Let me tell you about this recliner. It is trash. Just a huge dumpster fire. It is a Wal-Mart branded chair, but I
I have hammered out so many words into Chapter 33 of Love in the Shadows. Just today, I knocked out over two thousand words, beating my quota twofold for the day. And some serious thoughts have been coming into my mind.
Am I serious about publishing this story? If so, should I keep it a proper length for a novel? How would I do it? Is there even a good way to end this darned thing?
All of those questions have the same answer: yes. But one of those questions can't be answered with a si
Starting this blog entry is a little rough for me. Tears are beginning to well up, my fingers don't know where to go, and my leftover hibachi is losing its heat rapidly. I was starting to recognize myself as an actual writer. Over the past several months, I've just been hammering away on my poor Chromebook's keys and my phone's touchscreen, just...going. Non-stop. Writing when I woke up, went on my breaks at work, when I got home, as I tried to sleep. I just kept writing. Just as I'm doing now,
Well, that's it. Apart from a little editing, 'Gone Away, Gone Ahead' is now finished. I was tempted to extend the number of chapters, to keep it going a while longer, but I realised that the story I had originally planned had reached its natural stopping point.
I'm not someone who plans out a story in great detail. I know what needs to happen and roughly where it's going to happen, but sometimes the characters start taking me down other paths and bring in more twists and turns on the journ
Howdy. Well, this is my blog. And I don't know how blogs work.
I'm Aaron. Overnight grocery stocker. Raised in southern Indiana by fire and brimstone Catholics. Taught by a troop of ninja Boy Scouts. Love carbonara. Not a fan of second-hand embarrassment. Can always go for a beer and a dart.
And I was just joshin' ya. I know how blogs work. That's just me sprinkling in my dreams of being a comedian. A lot of people never take me seriously. It has something to do with being a five foo
I have just written the last chapter of 'Gone Away, Gone Ahead'. I've still got several thousand words to go before I reach that ending, and I know that the way I write means there could be a few twists, turns and alterations before I finally get there. I'm not one of those writers who carefully plots every single detail. Most of the stories I write, whatever length they turn out to be, start from a single idea; a concept or a character. 'Gone Away, Gone Ahead' began like that, too.
Wow, with summer here in the Northern Hemisphere, we are definitely seeing a drop in people online. Even I'm getting more sun.
I'm going to cut back on the number of blogs I'm doing for now and pick up again in the fall. It'll give me more time to do these silly summer homeowner things I'm suddenly stuck with. lol.
This fits today's theme too...
One of the cooler things they have come up with in the last few years are these folding chairs that fit in a bag. I have about a dozen of these in various configurations as they were sturdy, portable and fairly comfortable. I have several different brands in different colors bought in different years. lol. I keep one in the truck all the time and have one in standby just inside the garage door for when I went to sit out in the shade to read or
One of the things I'm getting more into outside of the computer is woodworking. I'm lightly researching routers and router tables now for a purchase later in the year. This will allow me to do some more work on making some furniture items as well as simple things like frames from plexiglass that I'll need for other things. (Like an enclosure for the 3d printer I'm looking at).
Is there anyone out there that enjoys woodworking? what tools do you prefer?
So, I have picked up a Raspberry Pi in order to have yet another toy to play with. Though, in this case, it is so I can learn more about them. I don't actually need one. Lol.
Anyone else playing with these cute little things for projects?
I have been using a Fitbit Surge for a little over a year. Unfortunately, the Surge was a bit of a dud in the design category. It was one of the few FitBits without a replaceable band... and guess what broke today. If you guess the band, then you get a gold star.
Anyway, I like the software quite a bit and I especially like the sleep tracking features, which I really need. So I picked up the cheaper, but more useful Charge 2 to replace my on the way out Surge.
This one also has the
That is a massive collection of CDs. This list must have taken you a while to compose.
I like your taste in music. Brings me back to the 90s / early 2000s. I’d probably have a very similar collection if I bought CDs back in the day. Instead I borrowed blanks from my friends and burned mix CDs off of Napster 😂 Those were the days.
Makes me think of Goober Grape, a brand of peanut butter with grape jelly in it. I liked it, but I think my mom only ever bought it once for us. She always made homemade jelly, which was much better, and cheaper.
I can usually edit on the fly in my head while reading. And I can also usually get past continuity errors, if the author is otherwise good (though why didn't the editor or beta-reader catch that the character has two different surnames in three consecutive paragraphs?). But if a story is too badly proofed, there can come a time when it appears the author has no real respect for his or her readers, and so I bail out of the story.
And then there was that story on Nifty, in which the author
Fred Astaire and Cary Grant were the two most debonair leading men of their generation. Their understudies were Gene Kelly and Rock Hudson, who were both classy in their own right, but more down-to-earth, ordinary-Joe types.
This is one of my favorite Dabeagle stories, because it is so sunny, despite its dark moments. It shows men stepping up to the plate and being good fathers, in contrast to so many of Dabeagle's stories, in which parents, especially fathers, are generally sorry excuses for human beings. The antithesis of Family would be Ticking, which is another of my favorite Dabeagle stories, in which the parents and surrogate parents are either neglectful or actively damaging the children in their care, thou
1804, "coin of small value," in early use the Spanish half-real, a coin circulating in Louisiana, Florida, and adjacent regions, worth about 6 cents, later a 5 cent piece; probably from Louisiana French picaillon "coin worth 5 cents," earlier the French name of an old copper coin of Savoy (1750), from Provençal picaioun "small copper coin," from picaio "money," a word of uncertain origin. Adjectival figurative sense of "paltry, mean" recorded from 181