TGIF is as TGIF Does

Thank God It's Friday
Thank God It’s Friday (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Friday is a sweet day and even though I am chained to this key board, I look with envy to all the millions of workers who:

Get up before dawn

Get to commute on average two hours a day along with a couple of million of their closest friends

Get to reach a workplace filled with challenging and rewarding work

Get to take direction from kindly and intelligent managers

Get to hob knob with the cream of the crop of co-workers who all pull their weight

Get to fill out endless forms to request needed business supplies

Get to invent ways to get the job done with no supplies

Get to interface with interesting and sympatric customers

Get to eat lunch at their desk trying not to spill mayo on the Fisk report

Get to feel the pride of having produced great output for the day

Get to feel the accomplishment of surviving with no increase in pay for years

Get to work until well after sundown at the last-minute request of a grateful manager

Get to join the millions of friend on the commute home

Get to arrive home in time to pack on 2000 or so calories before bed on an already stressed body

Get to toss and turn all night in anticipation of a total repeat the next day

So here is to Friday and a wish for a happy weekend for all of you who have Friday as the end of the week. (if that same manager has not asked you to put in a few hours on Saturday)

Editing is as Editing Does

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Here we are to Wednesday and like I have been doing for a week I am still editing my second book. There is still no word on launch date on the first from the publisher. I continue to press to finish the next novel and hopefully I will be ready to market the first without having to worry about what is going to follow.

Like most of us know, the editing process is filled with pain, amazement and sometimes downright embarrassment. When I come across a pleasing line I am always amazed that I actually wrote it. The embarrassment comes in when a line has obvious faults or blazing amateur signals. It is a blessing that the mistake was caught but then the pain of doubt creeps in. “How many others did I miss?” is the question of the moment.

Here is a conversation I had with myself on Monday.

“WTF John. You know that dialog tag doesn’t work.”

“What do you mean? You think putting “he asks with a puzzled look on his face,” after a question is wrong?”

“Wrong has nothing to do with it. You look like a third grader. The question mark is enough. The rest can go into a sentence.”

“Good point. It does look silly.”

“Also that so-called prose written about your character discussions should be dialog.”

“You mean relating what two people said to each other should be in the form of dialog and not a description even though my descriptions are glorious.”

“Duh. Your readers will fall asleep on that crap. If not they will skip the part and lose some pretty impactful interaction by your characters.”

“You are right. I have a number of these and it can get a little boring.”

“Dump the deep character descriptions as well. Let your readers get an image of the characters in their mind by relating to what they do not how they look.”

“You are starting to question all my meticulous character development?”

“No I am telling you to develop them in action not literary pap. What is up with that mirror description anyway?”

So it went on and on. I wonder sometimes why I do all the bad things that I know are out-of-place, clumsy and often confusing. I put it down to an evil hack trying to get out and take over. That could be another discussion for another blog, but for now I’ll just keep editing while I tear my face off.

Happy Wednesday all.

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

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.