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The dark side of the man

You love the thunder and you love the rain
What you see revealed within the anger is worth the pain
And before the lightning fades and you surrender
You’ve got a second to look at the dark side of the man.

Jackson Browne: You love the thunder.
Humans are a little like having a lion for a house-pet. Yeah, you raised it, trained it, fed it, cuddled it. It may die one day with its great head on your lap, having lived a happy, contented life with you, as your adored pet.

But there is always that chance… that something, somehow, will take it back to you being prey and it being a very powerful predator. The capacity is there, and, if it remains a lion, always will. Read more

And a Mystery is Solved

If you’ve ever had to deal with medical oddness (which is probably something like 150% of the readers here, because most of us deal with it at least twice over) and had to try to explain to the more normal folks why you just can’t do that – whatever “that” happens to be – you’ll understand the sheer relief that happens when you figure out why something is a problem.

In my case it’s rumbly bass that moves into the vibrating range. It’s given me trouble since I was an angsty teen, making me dizzy, vaguely nauseous, and leaving me feeling as though some bastard replaced my joints with rubber bands. Of course, that’s exactly what the mechanical room next door to my new workplace does to me.

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A Brief History of English and Why it Matters

Languages are anything but static. Some change very slowly, like French- which owes much of its ponderousness to a government department specifically tasked with rooting out heretic words that creep in from the outside. Other languages undergo periods of very rapid change- the English of Chaucer (late 1300s) would be very confusing to Shakespeare (late 1500s and early 1600s). Two hundred years seems like a long period of time, but in the history of an entire country, it’s a drop in the bucket.

English doesn’t just borrow words; it lifts whole phrases and grammatical ideas from other languages without so much as a by-your-leave. With the coming of the Saxons to Britain, Germanic languages crashed headlong into Brythonic and became Old English. Then the Vikings went for a multi-century beer run starting in the late 700s and left behind a bunch of Norse words, because who doesn’t invent a new language every time they go out carousing? In 1066, William the Bastard decided he didn’t like his name, and brought Norman French with him when he went to the town clerk’s office to have his name legally changed to William the Conqueror. Read more

Something’s Happening Here

So, continuing our ways to open a story or a novel (yes, I promise after this, in two or three weeks, I’ll do possibly a hands on workshop on how to bring your readers up to date on a series with style and grace) today we come to “Something’s Happening Here” or, in other words, opening the story with movement.

Humans are like cats.  They see movement, they follow.  There is something that instantly rivets us to an action scene or even just to movement, but particularly undecided movement. Read more

I kill

I kill.

So, for that matter, do you. And you, Ms. Vegan singing songs about respecting animal’s names, never calling anyone a wolf or pig, do too. If you’re alive, human, creatures die to keep you that way. When you die, some of them will eat you. Some of them you will inadvertently kill when you scratch your butt. We are a soup of other creatures walking, eating and sleeping and having sex and farting… a soup in a slightly less dense soup of other creatures doing much the same. Ask any microbiologist.

Humans – just like any other life-form – kill. When you start adding in the ways we alter or arrange or support altering our environment, let alone how most of us feed ourselves, we – including Ms. Vegan in her Prius and city apartment (and possibly especially Ms. Vegan – if you consider the number of higher forms of life her diet kills, as compared to Joe Beefburger) are right up there with a kill rate to make the average lion look like a pussy. Read more

Some Links For Your Sunday Morning

ANOTHER VIEW ON TRADITIONAL VS. INDIE:  Why Authors Walk Away From Good, Big 5 Publishers.

THE PASSIVE VOICE ON: Do we really need to read books anymore?

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The Corpse Twitches

Barnes and Noble continues trying to give signs of life, and looking more and more like a corpse twitching long after it’s dead. Read more