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  • Monthly Archives: August 2012

    • Writer’s Block and Tackle

      Posted at 3:01 am by kayewer, on August 26, 2012

      When you’re a writer, feedback can be mind-boggling.  I’m at work on a short story which will soon be published in an anthology. Another contributor, who has experience in editing, is helping me out in her spare time by giving some hints along the way.

      It has been awhile since any of my writing has gotten such thorough scrutiny where a college final grade wasn’t involved.  Writing assignments for college is no less difficult than putting this short story together because, even though I won’t have to worry about getting credits for a degree, it’s important for the story to be an effective part of the rest of the collection.

      Yeah, I’ve got work to do, and my editor let me know it.

      The stumbling block for me now is the viewpoint in which the story takes place.  It has been the topic of two writing group meetings I’ve facilitated, and even I can’t get a handle on it.  The story started with a third person viewpoint (“The man came into the house.”)  The suggestion was to do first person (“I went into the house.”)  This involves cleaning up the story to adjust all the nouns and verbs, zapping any passive phrases with the writer’s equivalent of bug spray (the delete button) and making sure the characters all have names and purposes.

      When I delivered the story in third person, one character was simply “the guard captain.”  Now that the story is in first person, I realize that no idiot keeps calling somebody by their occupation, so I had to come up with a name for him.  I wasn’t ready to name the guard captain.  I had spent considerable time in the office deciding on a new system password (we update them every 90 days or when somebody thinks it’s a good idea after drinking too much energy boost).  After so many years at a company, one runs out of family birth dates, pet names and car models to use for passwords, especially when there is a list of a dozen or more for every program in use.  What I won’t do is use my character names as passwords.  Since I wasn’t thinking about character names, I wasn’t prepared to give the guard captain a name, but I did, and I like it.  Now I have to search for and replace all references with the new name and make sure the story doesn’t suffer for it.

      When I sent a revision of my new viewpoint story  in progress, my friendly editor reminded me of the rules of writing and where I had broken them.  Right she was; they were incorrect because I am still revising them.  It will make sense soon, but I had been staring at the story through about a jillion revisions in third person, and after revision one in first person it looks like a jillion more are coming my way before it will be ready.

      So with crossed eyes, headache, swollen feet and parched throat, but still with the burning ember of hope for success keeping my body temperature at 98.6 degrees, the lonely author will approach the story again and attempt to successfully tackle point of view.  When I get it right, I’ll let you know, too.

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    • Made in China Why?

      Posted at 2:08 am by kayewer, on August 19, 2012

      Whoever made this might have been taking a cat nap.

      What you see here is one of a pack of two catnip mice I bought for the cats at the cyber cafe where I post each week.  This low-cost dual pack of mice, intended to provide brief but fun enjoyment for cats in the United States, was assembled in China.  Whoever put this one together was negligent with sewing the end shut and failed to knot the plastic whiskers, which promptly pulled out.  Sure catnip mice are a cheap toy, but shouldn’t be low quality.

      Why do we settle for substandard junk?  We are worth some care and quality in our purchases.  Whoever authorized the manufacture of this item should be ashamed.  Next time I’ll make my own.

      I’m not against international trade, but I’m tired of everything coming from someplace else and being designated as being worth only minimal effort for the cost.  Possibly I’m in a snit because I am reading a book called “Overdressed:  The Shockingly High Cost of Cheap Fashion” by Elizabeth Cline.  The author bought out several pairs of what she thought was a bargain in some shoes she liked on sale, and soon realized that her shopping standards (and those of most of us) had deteriorated at the hands of an industry out of control.  The American garment industry has nearly tanked, and the throwaway clothing culture we have become addicted to is killing the economy and the workers in overseas sweatshops where they are made.

      Fortunately I don’t go for shoe fads:  I’ve worn American-made shoes for decades and stick to manufacturers I know, like SAS. 

      Clothes from here are harder to come by, but at least some products, like cups and cookware (like Anchor) still are made here.  Lately I’ve become an unpaid spokesperson for the Tervis company, which makes drinkware here at home and has a wonderful selection of sturdy and personality-amped items.  A co-worker got one as a gift after  I told him about them and he mentioned them to his family.  It got left on his fender by mistake and dropped to the ground, but still had barely a scratch.  His hot drinks stay hot, and cold drinks don’t sweat inside the double insulation.  They are not $5 versions that will crack or degrade, but real keepers that will pay for themselves forever.  I’ve seen them in Hallmark and Bed, Bath & Beyond stores and they’re online.

      So now I’m on a campaign to find more American-made stuff. Plenty of resources are out there, so it’s just a matter of seeking and shopping.  We can bring jobs and happiness back to our part of the world by adding some domestic stuff to our shopping habits.  Heck, there is still Chinese food.

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    • Not A Moose (Bullwinkle Joke)*

      Posted at 2:03 am by kayewer, on August 12, 2012

      I killed a squirrel this morning.  I didn’t mean to.  The little guys just seem to zig when they should zag, and that is how they fall out of trees and, as in my case, get hit by my car.

      I was headed to an important (recreational, too) early morning meeting, and took the main interstate to get there.  As I got into the area where the speed limit went up and I was accelerating, a squirrel appeared from the median to my left and started to cross despite the lack of trees.  As squirrels are wont to do, he doubled back toward the median.  Then he tripled back into me.  I heard the small thump and spotted the body in my wake.

      I did feel terrible.  Never happened before in my life.

      “Oh forgive me God,” I said, looking heavenward.

      I never did understand the sport of hunting.   I even avoid stepping on ants.  Look out for and be looked out for is my motto.

      I’m sure there are a jillion squirrels in the great beyond, all of whom have fallen out of trees, got zapped from chewing on live wires or trying to play chicken with vehicles.  If they have peanuts in Heaven, I’ll cop a bag from Saint Peter on the way in.  If I wind up in the other place, I guess they’ll be roasted nuts and cost my soul, but either way it’ll be worth it if I meet up with that unfortunate creature and can make amends. 

       

      *(As in, “Boris darling, we’ll get moose and squirrel.”)

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    • The Best Boring Olympics Stuff

      Posted at 2:03 am by kayewer, on August 5, 2012

      While looking through the jillion media guides to Olympic event scheduling and not finding accurate broadcast times, I found myself watching table tennis.  Sure, Tom Hanks in Forrest Gump gave the sport some street cred, and I would sure like to see competitions with five or six of those little ping pong balls in play at one time, but it’s not really a sport that Americans seem to want to build stadiums for.

      The back-and-forth of the game didn’t excite me, but watching the ritualistic serving techniques was amazing.  The players would dribble the ball, then balance it in the palm of the empty hand before serving.  I guess it’s a requirement.  Everybody did it.  See, in my hand I’ve got a ball!

      From the camera angle provided by the NBC Sports Network, I was almost certain the players were serving the balls off their foreheads, but I know I’m mistaken.  Overall, the event is quick and a bit intense; watching the ball fly across the table was a little like watching a pissed-off bee in a closed candy jar.

      I did manage to see some of the main events, such as gymnastics and swimming, but I also caught a few nanoseconds of equestrian dressage competition last Sunday, and that’s quality sportsmanship.  A co-worker who owns horses and participates in a few related events, admitted that people either find horse events intriguing or equate them to watching paint dry.  What a shame, when the horses were so magnificent.  Some folks just don’t understand the broad scope of sport.

      There is room in the Olympics for events with discipline and style that do not involve pike positions or nanosecond finish line stretches.  Some of the best stuff, like archery and judo, have been played and broadcast when nobody was looking.  Fortunately, we still find out when the United States wins gold while the paint dries.

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