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

One Day is as One Day Does

English: Fall Foliage Photography
English: Fall Foliage Photography (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Community Story Board prompt was posted by LindaGHill and can cover any interpretation the author wishes. So here is my view of One Day.

Life One Day by John W. Howell © 2013

One day the sun will bring,

One day the rain will fall.

One day the birds will sing,

One day the Robins fall.

One day the morn will dawn.

One day the night will fall.

One day the smile will spawn,

One day the frown will fall.

One day the child is born,

One day the soul will fall.

One day peace is not torn,

One day the bombs will fall.

One day we are here,

One day the tears will fall.

One day is always near,

One day not to fall.

Lucy is as Lucy Does

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I wrote this poem a while ago when we rescued our Boxer named Lucy. She had been run over by a car and needed tender care. Today she is a happy, healthy, joy filled dog. She loves life and humans and I have always wondered why someone would turn her loose. So this poem is my humble way of recognizing the strong heart of this beautiful fur child. There is no special reason to post it now other than I feel very fortunate to have her in my life.

Lucy by John W. Howell © 2013

She started her life as a battered child,

Let loose on the streets and hit by a car.

It was not her fault since she knew nothing,

Of what a ton of steel on wheels could do.

She is all white with two brown spots,

And recovered with the best of care.

She is friendly and kind without a single trace,

Of the hatred that she could rightfully show.

Whoever turned her out to live or die on the street,

Is the unfortunate one for not having her love each day.

They are the poorer for having been denied,

The joy, love, happiness and life of Lucy.

Every day she is ready to share in living,

With the innocence born of security and love.

Eternal is as Eternal Does

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This is not meant to be a dark post and no one has died causing a prompt. I was sitting editing my book and started to think on some of the burning questions of the day. One question which mankind has been asking ever since crawling out of the swamp, “is this all there is?” So here is the same question but adding in the subtle ritual that we have come to know so well. Hope you like it.

 

Thoughts When Someone Dies by John W. Howell ©2013

 

When people pass from the living to non,

To comfort ourselves we have ways.

We meet to talk about the one not there,

And convince ourselves of a life well lived.

 

It is not enough to simply believe,

That the time on Earth is all there is.

We talk of the soul as if it is real,

And feel it is with us as we talk.

 

We implore that the spirit will gently slip,

To eternal rest for well-earned peace.

We believe a higher purpose is in store,

By Subscribing to a more righteous plan.

 

We pause and consider destiny as,

More than just living on this Earth.

Is it? You ask with hopeful eyes,

No one knows how to answer you.

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

Ruby is as Ruby Does – A story of a remarkable Boxer

Since this is a blog about fiction favorites I thought I would take a little detour. Rather than discuss a particular piece of fiction I would like to take you on a small journey and tell a story that is real but sounds like fiction. The key difference between a fictional story and reality is fiction remains under the author’s control as to the outcomes. In real life, however, stories unfold and are seemingly under the pen of fate. We witness happy, sad and horrifying stories every day and many without satisfying resolution.

I would like to tell you a little story about a Boxer and it is not fiction and does have a satisfying resolution.

My wife got a call from Austin Boxer Rescue to see if she could drive to Kingsville (Texas. Home of the King Ranch) and pick up a boxer from the Kingsville animal shelter. The Boxer’s name was Macie. It seems the owner needed to move and asked a friend to take care of Macie. The so-called friend for unknown reasons chained Macie in the backyard where she had little access to food, shelter or water. The authorities finally came to investigate and seeing the horrible conditions took Macie to the shelter. The mother of the owner came to the shelter and surrendered Macie to the city. The city called Austin Boxer Rescue because Macie was a boxer and so Macie came to stay at our house until a foster home could be found.

I would like to  show you a picture of how Macie looked when she arrived, but the WordPress police would give me a citation. Let’s just say her condition brought tears to our eyes.  Macie at one time was well taken care of and has great heart.  She survived in spite of the abuse at  the hand of a very cruel and ignorant person. When she first came to us we bathed her and removed the fleas and ticks. Macie was clearly relieved to be at the hands of those who cared. She never stopped wagging her tail and loved being patted and hugged.

Macie was transported to Austin where she received medical care and exposure to a number of willing adoptive people. One person, a little girl even drew a picture of Macie after seeing her on the Austin Boxer Website www.austinboxerrescue.com

Drawing of Macie
Drawing of Macie

At the same time, the organization was running out of funds to help Macie and it asked friends and members through a Facebook feed  to donate as little as five dollars to help Macie receive the care she needed.  To date; over $60,000 has been raised. Obviously Macie touched the heart of many. Where is Macie now? As someone once said a picture is worth a thousand words. Macie and the little girl who drew her picture are now together in their forever home. Here is a picture of the two of them right after Macie was adopted.

Macie forever home
Macie forever home

The final picture is of Macie as she looks now with only one month of care.

Macie today
Macie today

Oh one more thing; you may wonder why the title of this post is Ruby is as Ruby Does? Well that is Macie’s new name given to her by her little sister.