Peg Herring's Blog - Posts Tagged "problems"
The Dreaded Read-Aloud Phase
...is over. I read the whole darned WIP (the sequel to HER HIGHNESS' FIRST MURDER), which took days and days, a lot of water, and a lot of stopping to fix what my ears heard that my eyes didn't. (Funny how eyes don't hear a thing!)
It's one of the most valuable things a writer can do, and it's also boring. But how clearly those repetitive phrases pop out. How easily you spot a point where there's not an adequate segue. How plainly you see that a character would not use that vocabulary, that tone, that phrasing at that moment.
Downside: today is go-through-and-fix-all-those-spots day!
It's one of the most valuable things a writer can do, and it's also boring. But how clearly those repetitive phrases pop out. How easily you spot a point where there's not an adequate segue. How plainly you see that a character would not use that vocabulary, that tone, that phrasing at that moment.
Downside: today is go-through-and-fix-all-those-spots day!
I Want to Be a Cavewoman
The Geico cavemen resent being called "simple", but I've been thinking that the life of a cave person might not be so bad.
First, no television, so no commercials that insidiously plant the idea that we need things.
No government. Just think of the relief that would be!
No money. You go out every day and find what you need to survive. Done.
No preoccupation with looks. If nobody combed their hair, shaved their legs, brushed their teeth...
You get the idea.
No doctors. You die when you die, and if it comes at a young age, at least you didn't have to watch your skin wrinkle up like a craison, feel your joints swell and resist movement, and sense that your memory and logic skills are fading.
And a very small community. No knowledge of people starving somewhere, battered by hurricanes somewhere, suffering from war somewhere, and experiencing a famine somewhere. Cavepeople have a dozen other humans that they care about. And maybe a dog.
First, no television, so no commercials that insidiously plant the idea that we need things.
No government. Just think of the relief that would be!
No money. You go out every day and find what you need to survive. Done.
No preoccupation with looks. If nobody combed their hair, shaved their legs, brushed their teeth...
You get the idea.
No doctors. You die when you die, and if it comes at a young age, at least you didn't have to watch your skin wrinkle up like a craison, feel your joints swell and resist movement, and sense that your memory and logic skills are fading.
And a very small community. No knowledge of people starving somewhere, battered by hurricanes somewhere, suffering from war somewhere, and experiencing a famine somewhere. Cavepeople have a dozen other humans that they care about. And maybe a dog.
Internet Issues
Okay, so I'm late today. The Net was not cooperating, and I got a call from my provider that said, "Hey, the Net is not cooperating...at your house. Call tech support." Gee, thanks, guys. I would rather have a coffee klatch with Sarah Palin.
Or maybe not.
Anyway, I did the unplug-and-wait thing, and it eventually worked. No tech support today, world. What a great feeling to have conquered a problem, albeit a small one, and prevailed!
So guess what. That's today's blog.
Or maybe not.
Anyway, I did the unplug-and-wait thing, and it eventually worked. No tech support today, world. What a great feeling to have conquered a problem, albeit a small one, and prevailed!
So guess what. That's today's blog.
