28 April
What a day we have front of us now! Our new 'puters
are still sat in their unopened boxes while we make copies of files we want to
keep. I know there's a way to do it directly between the old and new machines
but I don't know how to do it. Anyway, we need a back copy of them all so it's
not really a waste of time. A back-up of my photos alone will take 12 hours
according to the program.
I've read a number of times about writers removing
parts of their work if it slows down the flow of the story. Well that Peter
James novel I'm reading now is slowing down on just about every page. The way
he's doing it is to describe characters and where they are. He's telling me
about every twist in every carpet in every room his people walk into, or at
least that's how it seems to me. I'm finding it a tad annoying to have the
story held up like that.
But I'm wondering if other readers don't feel like
that? Perhaps they feel the descriptions essential to the story. As with all
modes of art, it's all very subjective. I'm sure all of us writers have heard
or read stories of how someone in a publisher has got a writer to change things
to their way of doing things only to have the finished work rejected for one
reason or another.
This then leads onto the issue of who you are writing
for. Are you writing for yourself, a set market, an agent, a publisher; who are
you writing for? I would suggest we write mainly for ourselves initially, to
ease the itch of the new story line we have to live until we have safely stored
on a hard drive or a printed paper copy. Of course, we are always hopefully
that our story will be 'discovered' and we become the next big thing in publishing.
It's good to dream isn't it.
Call me cynical if you wish but I'm now starting to
think that perhaps some of the people who make suggestion to writers and then
reject a novel, do so as a way of protecting their current chart-topping
writer. As I say, call me cynical if you wish!
And now I need to find a photo, and I only have 47,000
to choose from ... that didn't take long folks.
This pub is the King William IV
on Coton Road here in Dorktown. At one time it was my local pub and it was
where I got the taste for real ale. It was a good a busy place, friendly, and
with a lot of folks willing to help out where they could. Such a shame it has
gone.
And today's funny ...
Alex
Salmond was visiting a Scottish primary school and the class was in the
middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings.
The teacher asked Mr. Salmond if he would like to lead the discussion on the word 'Tragedy'.
So the illustrious SNP leader asked the class for an example of a 'Tragedy'.
A little boy stood up and offered, "If ma best freen, wha’ lives on a ferm, is playin' in the field and a tractor rins ower him and kills him, that wid be a tragedy."
"Incorrect", said Alex, in his best trying-not-to-sound-too- patronising-Scottish-accent, "That would be an accident."
A little girl raised her hand, "If a school bus kerryin' fifty children drove ow’r a cliff, killing a'body inside, that wid be a tragedy"
'I'm afraid not', explained Alex, "that's what we would refer to as a great loss’’.
The room went silent. No other children volunteered. Alex searched the room.
The teacher asked Mr. Salmond if he would like to lead the discussion on the word 'Tragedy'.
So the illustrious SNP leader asked the class for an example of a 'Tragedy'.
A little boy stood up and offered, "If ma best freen, wha’ lives on a ferm, is playin' in the field and a tractor rins ower him and kills him, that wid be a tragedy."
"Incorrect", said Alex, in his best trying-not-to-sound-too- patronising-Scottish-accent, "That would be an accident."
A little girl raised her hand, "If a school bus kerryin' fifty children drove ow’r a cliff, killing a'body inside, that wid be a tragedy"
'I'm afraid not', explained Alex, "that's what we would refer to as a great loss’’.
The room went silent. No other children volunteered. Alex searched the room.
"Isn't
there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?"
Finally, at the back of the room, a wee lad raised his hand and, in a quiet voice, said: "If a plane kerryin' you and your deputy ' wiz struck by a 'freendly fire' missile & blawn tae smithereens, that wid be a tragedy."
"Fantastic!" exclaimed Alex, "and can you tell me why that would be a tragedy?"
"Weel", says the lad, "it has tae be a tragedy, because it certainly widnae be a great loss, and it probably widnae be an accident either!"
Finally, at the back of the room, a wee lad raised his hand and, in a quiet voice, said: "If a plane kerryin' you and your deputy ' wiz struck by a 'freendly fire' missile & blawn tae smithereens, that wid be a tragedy."
"Fantastic!" exclaimed Alex, "and can you tell me why that would be a tragedy?"
"Weel", says the lad, "it has tae be a tragedy, because it certainly widnae be a great loss, and it probably widnae be an accident either!"
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