Gift List Is as Gift List Does

Friday is upon us once more. The way these days rush by, before we know it, we will be faced with a very few shopping days left until Christmas. I don’t know about you, but I have yet to get moving on the gift hunt. I don’t know if the year moved so fast I couldn’t keep up with it or what? It seems this year snuck in while I was asleep or something. Usually I have all the gifts bought and wrapped by now. I can tell you one thing, I am starting to get a feeling that borders on A PANIC ATTACK.

I have no idea what to get. I have tried all year to think of the perfect gifts. I even have a list, but when I look at it I get this sick feeling that my gift ideas can’t suck enough. I have a real problem finding the kinds of things that express my feelings for those on my list. I have always fantasized about a gift list which would be just right. It would include some really nice things and cost a bundle. Unfortunately I have not won the Mega lottery or been born to the manor. Which brings to mind the question; what are the gifts that the super-rich buy for each other? The nice thing about fiction, we can go right ahead and make a list. So here goes. The fantasy list of gifts that the superrich may buy this year:

A new Rolls Royce Phantom Sedan for $398,375.00 base price. (options could add another $50,000.00) The gift giver would have a beauty which gets 11 MPG city and 19 MPG country. By the way, if there are worries about gas mileage the buyer might pass on this one.2013-Rolls-Royce-Phantom-

 

 

 

 

 

A new Gulfstream G650 for $65,000,000.00. The gift giver and recipient would enjoy worldwide connections at top speeds of 800 MPH. In case the gift giver thinks the gift is exclusive, there are already 200 of these puppy’s on order.

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A beautiful summer home in Southampton New York for $45,500,000.00. This has seven bedrooms, nine bathrooms and about 6,700 square feet. If the giver is a little squeezed on cash a mortgage of $179,706.00 per month can be arranged. Let me advise the gift giver you may not get it with a mortgage. At this price cash will be king.southhampton

 

 

 

 

How about the Yacht White Cloud for a measly $15,900,000.00. It is 220 feet long and can sleep ten. The gift giver has to know the fuel capacity is 30,000 gallons and the first and subsequent fill-ups could be over $100,000.00.white-cloud-1720

 

 

 

 

Maybe the buyer needs to go to a little more effort to make a statement. The Pink Star Diamond is a 59.60 caret wonder which recently sold for £51.7M ($84,684,307.27 USD) which was a record. The buyer would have to convince whoever bought this rock to resell it. Since the price was £14.1M over the list price it might be tough.The-Pink-Star-Diamond-MAIN-2786876

Well there you have the fantasy gift list. When you get your next billion you can let yourself go crazy. Till then, I’ll see you at Wal-Mart. What is on your fantasy gift list? Have a great weekend

Friday Catcher is as Friday Catcher Does

dream catcherFriday at last. Last week I published a story about the Friday Catcher. You can read it here: wp.me/p2Qoij-RX

A few comments lead me to come back to the story since none of us could figure out where time goes. Last Friday’s story had a character’s wife calling on Wednesday to find out where her husband was since he had disappeared. The supplier of the Friday Catcher (allows the user to wake up the next day and it is Friday) has no idea where the husband went. He quoted the old “where does the time go?” to try to explain. He told the wife he will be back Friday. The wife left the line.

Today’s story is from the POV of the user of the Friday Catcher. The idea is to explain where he went from the time he went to sleep Tuesday night to Friday.

Friday Catcher part two by John w. Howell ©2013

“Excuse me sir.”

“Yes son.”

“Can you tell me where we are? It looks like my town, but there is no one here.”

“Yeah it’s probably your town all right.”

“Where is everyone?”

“You used the Friday Catcher right?”

“Y-Yes I did. It sure didn’t work though. I was supposed to get up and it would be Friday morning.”

“Yeah that sounds like the way it was supposed to work.”

“So what’s the deal?”

“My name is Richard, What’s yours?”

“Robert, Go by Bobby though.”

“You from the south?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“Everyone adds a y to their name there.”

“Never thought about it before, but seems right to me. Where you from?”

“California.”

“California? What you doing in Texas?”

“I have been asking myself since nineteen ninety-four. I was in New York when someone hung that Friday Catcher above my bed.”

“Ninety four? Who hung the Friday Catcher?”

“One of the nurses.”

“Wait a minute. You were sick.”

“Boy you can say that again. Your president was a sick as hell. I must add I am not a crook.”

“My president? I could not place your face until now. Are you telling me you are Richard Nixon?”

“I prefer Richard Milhous Nixon.”

“Oh man. I am in real trouble.”

“Been there. Got the shirt.”

 

Have a great weekend y’all

 

Thanksgiving Eve is as Thanksgiving Eve Does

Thanksgiving

Wednesday seems to come quicker every week. I guess that is a good thing considering it is the first time in the week we think about being able to make the weekend. This week is kind of special in it is Thanksgiving Eve. I’m not sure anyone really thinks of a particular day in this manner. Hey, it is better than just letting the day before Thanksgiving go by without notice. In honor of Thanksgiving Eve I’m going to tell a little story on Fiction Favorites about “The Night before Thanksgiving.” Before I start, I need to set the mood. Ready? Okay here goes; a nice fire is in the fireplace, cats, dogs, kids and family gathered around.  Cranberry scone and a mug of hot pumpkin spice toddy (give me some slack, this is fiction) is in your hand. The CD player is set up with one-hundred of your favorite Thanksgiving songs and the soft Thanksgiving lights are twinkling on the Thanksgiving tree. I think we are there. Here is the story:

 

The night before Thanksgiving,

 

All around the place.

 

The family has gathered,

 

In every inch of space.

 

The turkey is soaking,

 

To thaw in water base.

 

The drinks, food are bought,

 

Stored, guarded by mace.

 

Teenagers seem quiet,

 

New games of face?

 

Mother-in–law has advice,

 

Need a fly to chase.

 

Dad in the cups,

 

Never liked that vase.

 

Sis is complaining,

 

Husband left, no trace.

 

Still it’s good,

 

Thanksgiving embrace.

 

Happy Thanksgiving y’all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Paperbook Collective is as The Paperbook Collective Does

Issue 4

 

The Paperbook Collective has published its fourth issue and I am very honored to have a piece titled: The Story included.  It begins on page thirteen and is a view of writing I think a few of us hold. This Issue has a number of wonderful submissions so go here http://goo.gl/gGC6Cf and have a look. Don’t forget you can also submit your writing or other art as well. Follow the directions on page forty-four

Thanks for reading. Have a great weekend

Wednesday is as Wednesday Does

King Kong Fighters
King Kong Fighters (Photo credit: auchard)

Wednesday is upon us again. The mid-week always gets me into a mood to do something different. This week is no exception. I thought it would be fun to think of some new pitches for possible query letters on some very popular Favorite Fiction. The way this will be done is to take a book title and use it to make a new plot to be pitched to an agent or publisher. I do not mean to disparage any of the work that has been produced, but to have a little fun while I take a break from the edit chore.

  • Fifty Shades of Grey – Action packed story of a pack of color challenged wolves who are seeking their own identity in a confused and competitive world of wild animals.
  • Game of Thrones – Amusing romp through the wonderful and rock ‘em sock ‘em life of professional musical chair players on the ultimate tour circuit.
  • Doctor Sleep – Taut tale of sleeping beauty and her personal physician as they work together to overcome her sleeping addiction.
  • The Longest Ride – A compelling thriller that has an unwitting bystander being the only one to save an entire village trapped on a runaway roller coaster.
  • Gone Girl – Tear wrenching tale of a young hopscotch champion’s battle with chalk addition and the team of loved ones who try to help her.
  • Moby Dick – Thrilling story of a rock band’s foray into the dark world of private investigation to find the lost jewel of the Opera.
  • Inferno – An epic story of a match and its struggle to be recognized in the difficult world of petroleum accelerates.
  • Lord of the Rings – The round by round depiction of the struggle of a rope supplier to the world of boxing.
  • Thankless in Death – Sad story of a young man who took care of and loved a herd of elephants at the zoo, but continued to eat his lunch on the spot where the big bull liked to sit.
  • Angles and Demons – The step by step struggle of a new writer to gain acceptance for a novel that tells the story of the comparative strength of a tyrannosaurus versus King Kong.

Hope you enjoyed.

Prompt is as Prompt Does – Community Story Board

It’s Sunday, and time once again for the Weekly Prompt at The Community Story Board.  Go here for details

http://wp.me/p3xQw1-1Ga

This week is to  see what everyone can do with the word “Yesterday …”

Interpret it as you will, but the word yesterday must appear somewhere in your work, be it the title or in the middle of a sentence. Write poetry, prose, fiction, or memoir it is yours to create.

Here is mine:

Yesterday by John W. Howell ©2013

“Yes sir. Can I help you?”

“I’m not sure. I think I have lost my way. Is this a hotel?”

“No sir. This is not a hotel it is a reception area.”

“Well it looks like a hotel. You actually look the  front desk clerk.”

“I can assure you sir this is no hotel and I’m not a clerk.”

“Then where am I?”

“Do you remember anything about yesterday?”

“Yesterday? Let me think.”

“Weren’t you driving your car? Going to San Francisco wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. I was driving. Wait a minute. I was driving down US One and there was a dog or goat or something in the road.”

“And the ocean was to your left.”

“Yes the ocean was─ wait, how did you know?”

“Don’t worry about that. The ocean was on the left and there was a huge cliff down to the water right?”

“Yeah there was.”

“Go on.”

“I swerved to avoid hitting the animal.”

“To the left or right?”

“What?”

“Did you swerve to the left or right?”

“Let me see. To the left I think.”

“And if you swerved to the left there was nowhere to go but over the cliff.”

“But if I went over the cliff, I would have fallen hundreds of feet to the water.”

“Um. Remember anything?

“Shit. I’m dead, right?”

“You said it not me.”

“Who are you anyway?”

“I’ll give you three guesses.”

Good luck to you all.

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End of the Week is as End of the Week Does

English: Friday Street allotments
English: Friday Street allotments (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Friday again. Man how the week goes by. I spent most of it editing my next book and I must say I like this one. I know you would like to agree with me, but it’s going to be a while till I get the thing out the door. Besides the fact that you will have to pick it up and read it before you agree or not, I have confidence you will.

The subject of my post today is to celebrate the week’s end with a quick Haiku that hopefully translates the meaning of Friday to most of us. Those of you who are lucky enough to avoid work can stop right here cause you will simply not get the meaning and social import of the words assembled. For the rest of us who must face the prospect of working each and every day here is my haiku homage to work.

Work by John W. Howell ©2013

For some work is play,

Work for others is judgment. . .

Drinkers work’s a curse.

Have a Happy Friday and Great weekend

Dream is as Dream Does

English: Tent of Circus Herman Renz Nederlands...
English: Tent of Circus Herman Renz Nederlands: De tent van Circus Herman Renz (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have always been fascinated by the power of dreams. Many of my short stories deal with the idea that the dream takes on very realistic attributes. Sometime we are not sure if it was real or not. This little poem attempts to capture the feeling. I hope you like it.

 

The Dream Conundrum by John W. Howell ©2013

 

You wake up and are sure it was real,

A forgotten paper that was due in Psychology.

As hard as you try there is no way to explain,

It is fifty percent of the grade for the term.

 

You feel panic as the realization hits,

There is no way to recover this error.

A story is made up to explain,

That the paper was mailed and must be late.

 

Situations in dreams make a lot of sense,

In real life, dream logic folds like a circus tent.

The professor accepts the mailed in story,

But then asks for a copy of that cursed report.

 

More stories are told of dire circumstances,

Crashed hard drives, dog ingestion and such.

The last straw is looking for the professor,

To return the keys to his car that you took.

 

Thank heavens you finally wake up,

To realize it was all a frantic dream.

You hope the professor has a spare set of keys,

Since he made you throw your set away.

 

Have a great weekend

 

Clumsy Dialog is as Clumsy Dialog Does

English: John Howard, died 1790

I did a post last week on Fiction Favorites titled Dialog is as Dialog Does where I attempted to demonstrate some of the principles necessary for good dialog. The piece is a bit of flash fiction that contained only dialog and really no context with the idea  that the reader could figure out the story with just the dialog and no tags. You can read it here http://wp.me/p2Qoij-s5 if you would like to contrast it to what I am about to cover. This post will take the dialog from the last which had no tags and add tags that are totally inappropriate. By inappropriate I don’t mean offensive or derisive but really unnecessary to either the story or the conversation.

The reason I am doing this is to hopefully point out some of the glaring mistakes that new writer’s make in wanting to over explain the situation in a dialog setting. The true test of good dialog is the ability of the writer to separate conversations so that the reader knows exactly who is talking. Also good dialog should move the story along without causing the reader to be forced to stop and think about what the writer has laid out. So here we go.

John Howard by John Howell © 2013

“Can I help you young man?” the woman behind the desk asks.

“Yes I am here to see the president,” I reply with a bit of urgency.

“Is he expecting you?” she says with an eyebrow raised.

“He should be.  I sent him a letter and said I was going to stop by,” I respond back with a note of irritation in my voice.

“A letter?” she says with surprise in her voice.

“Yes,” I counter with a sense of superiority

“When did you send a letter?” she questions with some doubtfulness.

“I guess it was about a month ago.  The letter asked that my correct name be used since there has been a computer error and the University keeps calling me Howard instead of Howell,” I say almost running out of breath.

“Did Dr. Hannah respond to the letter?” she asks with an interrogator’s tone.

“Yes he did. I got a nice letter back.  Here is a copy read it for yourself,” I say handing her the letter.

“Humm.  Dr Hannah specifically thanked you for your correspondence and indicated that he would look into your problem.  You say that your name is Howell and not Howard?” she says while looking over her glasses.

“Yes it has been Howell for the last nineteen years,” I reply with a certain air of smugness.

“Yet the letter from Dr. Hannah is addressed to John Howard,” she points out handing the letter back to me.

“This is why I need to see him,” I say forcibly.

“Wait here Mr. Howard.  Let me see if I can find someone to help,” she says and then turns to go.

“It’s Howell,” I call out to her back.

“Excuse me?” she questions as she stops and slowly turns around to look at me.

“My name is Howell not Howard,” I repeat directly to her.

“Oh yes that is what I said. Howard,” she says and continues to move away.

“Howell,” I say even louder as she gets further from the room.

“I said Howard not Howell,” she calls back to me.

“I know,” I say and sigh loudly.

“Very well Mr. Howard, I will be right back,” she says and begins to move again.

“Howell,” I raise my voice

“I am only trying to help,” she says with an expression of irritation on her face.

“I’m sure,” I sort of blurt out sarcastically.

“I think you should call for an appointment.  Good day Mr. Howard,” she says and disappears through the door way behind the desk.

If you found this dialog off setting and somewhat clumsy you are probably on the right track to great dialog in your writing. In my mind (although not an expert) this entire scene did not benefit from any of the stage directions that were added into the tags. I also believe the story itself lost some of the power of authoritarianism and tension that was present in the original.

Have a great weekend

Dialog is as Dialog Does

Gravestone of John Howard Payne in Oak Hill Ce...

 

There is a Winter Texan writing group in which I have the pleasure of  participation. This group meets during the months of December through March ( all go back up north) and each week we would do a writing prompt. Most of the prompts are flash fiction and carry a theme. The one below was to be less than three hundred words and include only dialog. I thought maybe you would enjoy this fiction favorite prompt. It is titled John Howard.

“Can I help you young man?”

“Yes I am here to see the president.”

“Is he expecting you?”

“He should be.  I sent him a letter and said I was going to stop by.”

“A letter?”

“Yes.”

“When did you send a letter?”

“I guess it was about a month ago.  The letter asked that my correct name be used since there has been a computer error and the University keeps calling me Howard instead of Howell.”

“Did Dr. Hannah respond to the letter?”

“Yes he did. I got a nice letter back.  Here is a copy read it for yourself.”

“Humm.  Dr. Hannah specifically thanked you for your correspondence and indicated that he would look into your problem.  You say that your name is Howell and not Howard?”

“Yes it has been Howell for the last nineteen years.”

“Yet the letter from Dr. Hannah is addressed to John Howard.”

“This is why I need to see him.”

“Wait here Mr. Howard.  Let me see if I can find someone to help.”

“It’s Howell.”

“Excuse me?”

“My name is Howell not Howard.”

“Oh yes that is what I said. Howard.”

“Howell.”

“I said Howard not Howell.”

“I know.”

“Very well Mr. Howard, I will be right back.”

“Howell.”

“I am only trying to help.”

“I’m sure.”

“I think you should call for an appointment.  Good day Mr. Howard.”

Have a GREAT weekend