And BOO-RAH!
Nothing happened; due to
nothing much going on…Nice for a change, hmm?
Weather was calm until this
evening and as I sit here writing, my nightly drivel, there is a light drizzle
outside of my door…
Good thing it is outside, not
inside!
Sometimes we over explain as
people, don’t we?
Logically, I do think you
knew that, true?
Sure you did!
Oops, I did it again!
My dear friend who passed
away in January on the 29th, the college English professor, retired, of course
and thankfully, which gave her time to enjoy that for a few years before she
did pass away… well anyway, she said at our writer’s workshop that you must
show not tell while writing… I could have that backwards, not sure anymore
which is correct, ya know? Blame it on the MS, or not… Wish she was here to clarify…
Any-who, that I did interpret
as building pictures in the readers minds with your words being descriptive of
what you wish to compel to the reader to think, therefore feel and imagine, or
some such thing?
Books did that for me; they
made me get lost in the story line/vein, with the understanding that I was
being whooshed off into another world that was no where near a resemblance of
my own; different, but more than plausible.
Those stories showed me that
imagination and clarity of description and fact checking or research for
probability factors is important even to fiction.
Sure when you write
non-fiction you must be very careful with your research, and with fiction you
can take that ‘poet license’, right?
“Poetic license definition…
Noun
License or liberty taken by
a poet, prose writer, or other artist in deviating from rule, conventional
form, logic, or fact, in order to produce a desired effect.
Origin:
1780–90”
1780–90”
Thanks to:
With that said; we all have
taken poetic license in life too, huh?
Elaborating to create a
special effect when relaying a story of a personal experience you may have had,
hmm?
Sure you did.
Human nature at its finest!
I like the fact that it said
that those who write fiction are considered artists.
I’m just saying…
Better that than some weirdo.
Stretching that part of the
brain can be fun and if you do it right it definitely will be.
When I wrote at full force I
could write by the tens of thousands of words in a few days’ times; as if I
were possessed!
My five novellas were written
in record time way back in the late nineteen nineties, The Misty Gable
Mysteries.
The first play I wrote was in
1962 at the age of twelve and received an ‘A’ for that, entitled, ‘Sweet Job’,
about a candy store robbery.
Lately my imagination has
been on hold and instead for the last five plus years I have been enjoying
this, (I am spreading my hands out over the screen of my computer) and writing
my blog, which I am told is definitely non-fiction.
Yes, what you read is what
you get and whether it is my opinion, my crafts, gardening revelations, my
complaints, my critiques on movies, song lyrics and restaurants or my consumer
reports etc… it is as true as it gets!
And at this point in my life
I like it like this, yeah, yeah, yeah!
So on that more upbeat
declaration of who knows what allow me to be the very first to wish all of you
a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all you blessings and share
the overages with you know who and we will too!
And next time please be here
or be square, ya hear!