This is kind of a test, but more about that later...
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Showing posts with label and re-re-writing. Show all posts
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Watch This Space...
Kindle Wireless Reading Device, Wi-Fi, Graphite, 6" Display with New E Ink Pearl Technology
This is kind of a test, but more about that later...
This is kind of a test, but more about that later...
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
The Candy Dish Exposé
I've been busy once again. You see, during the winter months I occasionally ski, work my ass off during Christmas carriage ride season, lounge around at Sundance for the month of January, and have time to write. In the summer I have the sun to worship, a pool that requires maintenance, and I try and get a lot of reading in. Also this month I've been working on a piece that is supposed to go into an e-book my sister-in-law is publishing.
EEK!
Writing this blog is low stress, although I'm occasionally at a loss as to what I should present to you. Did you want to hear about the bloodthirsty croquet game the guys played on Memorial Day? Doubtful. The number of doors slammed in the Kids face when she went begging for Strut Your Mutt donations? Too many to list. At the very least I try and keep it entertaining, but the awful truth is thus: my life is boring, and there just isn't all that much to write home about.
Combine that with the fact that I never have my blogs critiqued before I post them. Although I write them in "MS Word", I frequently will miss typos or formatting issues until after it's posted and then go back and fix the mistakes. And of course there is the crappy sentence structure, the nonsensical paragraphs, unnecessary words, and my tendency to write in run-ons. Or fragments. Being that the 1500-2000 word essay needed for the afore mentioned e-book will be out of my control after I hit that "send" button, I've had to be a bit more cautious during the construction of the piece.
My sister-in-law runs a business that has to do with online networking. She has asked me to write a chapter about my passion. Of course by now you know that my passion is horses, and writing. But writing this blog is a lot like making your mom a ceramic candy dish. You be as creative as you can, glaze and fire that puppy, then wrap it in tissue and present it to her with a huge amount of pride. Now, imagine your mom lives in the Guggenheim and your ceramic candy dish, complete with your childish hand print smack dab in the middle and sloppy glaze sags down the side, will be displayed for the world to see.
It raises the stakes a bit, doesn't it?
So that's what I've been doing. Revising a short essay, based on critiques from my group, that will eventually be published in an e-book. For me writing something that others will read is a lot like standing in front of strangers naked. You folks, who visit here regularly, are not "strangers", and I never receive a critique from you on the regular blah blah posts. Okay, except for the guy from England who found me by happenstance while looking for a software development company with the name "Slave Driver." He stopped in long enough to advise me that my personality was "Contrived" and recommended that I should "Relax".
Clearly he doesn't know me, and has never witnessed my behavior after a glass or six of "Franzia Crisp White". Which, by the way, is yummy, and luckily comes in a 5 liter box, complete with a spout, which is just hella convenient.
So when you expose yourself to others, naked, you allow them the luxury of anonymous commentary. "You're chocked-full-of cellulite here; you have a nasty scar there, and gosh but you could sure stand to lose fifteen or twenty pound, eh?" So I am on a quest to revise and rewrite a piece that will soon expose me, and I'm doing everything I can to fix the flaws.
So, please bear with me. I'll post the "Passion Piece" when I'm finally ready to hit send. Until then, enjoy a photo of "The Ugliest Clogs Known To Man," courtesy of my neighborhood Wal-Mart.
EEK!
Writing this blog is low stress, although I'm occasionally at a loss as to what I should present to you. Did you want to hear about the bloodthirsty croquet game the guys played on Memorial Day? Doubtful. The number of doors slammed in the Kids face when she went begging for Strut Your Mutt donations? Too many to list. At the very least I try and keep it entertaining, but the awful truth is thus: my life is boring, and there just isn't all that much to write home about.
Combine that with the fact that I never have my blogs critiqued before I post them. Although I write them in "MS Word", I frequently will miss typos or formatting issues until after it's posted and then go back and fix the mistakes. And of course there is the crappy sentence structure, the nonsensical paragraphs, unnecessary words, and my tendency to write in run-ons. Or fragments. Being that the 1500-2000 word essay needed for the afore mentioned e-book will be out of my control after I hit that "send" button, I've had to be a bit more cautious during the construction of the piece.
My sister-in-law runs a business that has to do with online networking. She has asked me to write a chapter about my passion. Of course by now you know that my passion is horses, and writing. But writing this blog is a lot like making your mom a ceramic candy dish. You be as creative as you can, glaze and fire that puppy, then wrap it in tissue and present it to her with a huge amount of pride. Now, imagine your mom lives in the Guggenheim and your ceramic candy dish, complete with your childish hand print smack dab in the middle and sloppy glaze sags down the side, will be displayed for the world to see.
It raises the stakes a bit, doesn't it?
So that's what I've been doing. Revising a short essay, based on critiques from my group, that will eventually be published in an e-book. For me writing something that others will read is a lot like standing in front of strangers naked. You folks, who visit here regularly, are not "strangers", and I never receive a critique from you on the regular blah blah posts. Okay, except for the guy from England who found me by happenstance while looking for a software development company with the name "Slave Driver." He stopped in long enough to advise me that my personality was "Contrived" and recommended that I should "Relax".
Clearly he doesn't know me, and has never witnessed my behavior after a glass or six of "Franzia Crisp White". Which, by the way, is yummy, and luckily comes in a 5 liter box, complete with a spout, which is just hella convenient.
So when you expose yourself to others, naked, you allow them the luxury of anonymous commentary. "You're chocked-full-of cellulite here; you have a nasty scar there, and gosh but you could sure stand to lose fifteen or twenty pound, eh?" So I am on a quest to revise and rewrite a piece that will soon expose me, and I'm doing everything I can to fix the flaws.
So, please bear with me. I'll post the "Passion Piece" when I'm finally ready to hit send. Until then, enjoy a photo of "The Ugliest Clogs Known To Man," courtesy of my neighborhood Wal-Mart.
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