Friday Morning FYI – 4/8/2016

Welcome to your Friday Morning FYI – my chance to share observations/wisdom/rants in short, easily consumed form.

I’m not the sensitive type, but I notice things to which others may be sensitive. Everyday, in an attempt to entertain commuters, the PATH runs a ‘Guess the word’ (among other things) on the in-train monitors. Today’s word was eeoxpdl – explode.

Yes, explode. On a train.

Obviously the person who’d put that up didn’t think anything of it, but in recognizing the unintended impression it could make, I reflected on something I wrote yesterday. No, it didn’t contain an explosion, but it did contain Chupacabras (stick with me, here). I’d outlined a monster story for an upcoming anthology submission, where the main monsters are threatened by encroaching Chupacabras. Without delving into every scenario my mind considered (read – panicked over), I arrived at the question:

Had I written something someone might consider racist?

If you know the origin locale for Chpacabras (if not, click the link above, silly), and consider the current political climate, you can see where that thought came from. There was no racial motive involved; I’d selected Chupacabras because they’re cool and scary. That they are from non-European folklore is a bonus, or so I thought before seeing that stupid eeoxpdl.

In the end I came to the conclusion I was being a paranoid nut (like that’s new for a writer). That brings us to this week’s FYI:

Writers should just write. Forget everything else and finish your story, then listen to your beta readers, agent, and editor after. Simple.

 

Thanks for reading,

{RDj}

PS – After my initial hand-to-forehead reaction to that word scramble, I realized it might not be a person who selected it. Software may have been responsible, pulling a random term from the dictionary using some algorithm based on length, popular letters, google searches (sad), etc. *shrug*

Round and round, underground

This little thing popped into my head yesterday, the first half in the afternoon and the second as I shut my eyes in bed last night. I have no idea what it means, refers to, or where it came from (or why the second half wanted those breaks), but, as I’ve done with other inspirations from the ether, I thought I’d toss it up here.

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In and out
Up and down
Back and forth
Round and round
Underground
 
Can’t be found
 
 
Silken wound
 
 
 
Fox and hound (red and brown).
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Hmm. The more I read it, the more is sounds like some creepy clue left by a serial killer. I don’t have plans to write a serial killer book, but maybe now that’ll change. *shrug*

 

Thanks for reading,

{RDj}

Beta Reader Archetypes

I love my beta readers. All of them. If I could, I’d buy them Lexuses, just like artificial rich people do in those obnoxious say-I-love-you-at-Christmas-by-giving-them-a-car-with-a-bigass-bow-on-it commercials. Yes, that much.

If you’re not familiar, a beta reader is someone to whom you show your polished novel (not an early draft–that would be an alpha reader), and ask for feedback. In working with many of the same beta readers for my second novel I used for my first, I noticed things I hadn’t anticipated or previously spotted.

And when I notice stuff I think might be helpful, I stick in on here. You’re welcome, interwebz.

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Little writing exercise

I attended a new (for me) writers group a few months ago, and one of the things we did was an exercise focused on not-using dialogue tags. The idea was simple: your characters (a nun and a drunk) should be identifiable by what they say and how they say it, without you tagging their dialogue. I just found my text buried in Evernote, and thought I’d toss it up here. What do you think? Did I pass?

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Who’s there?
Ugh, not so loud, will ya?
Who are you?
Sorry sister. Musta passed out. You should be proud. This might be the most comfortable dumpster I’ve ever slept in.
Saints, another one.
Another one what?
I told mother superior when that bar opened a block away we needed a lock on that fence.
And keep all this comfy trash to yourselves? Where’s your Christian charity? Not like you’re using it.
Please leave.
And go where? Ooo a chicken leg. How do you throw away a perfectly good chicken leg like this?
Please leave!
Fine. I’m going. God bless, sister.

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Thanks for reading,

{RDj}

Sad little thing I wrote for a writing challenge

Here’s something I wrote last week for a writing challenge over at writersdigest.com. Looking at it now, I’d probably move the last five lines to the beginning, but oh well. It got a few nice comments, so I figured I’d toss-it-up here.

And no, I didn’t just use my own name. I’m full of myself, but not that full 😉 “Ron” was one of the words you had to use.

WARNING – This little bugger is sneaky. Parents in particular, be advised – if you’re not in the mood for sad imagery, please do not read.

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