|It's not how you lived yesterday or even what you remember, but how you choose to live today and worry about tomorrow when it arrives with the morning sun.|
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Our memory of the past changes with time; so much so that with each passing year it scarcely resembles the truth. The past is done and, it cannot be undone with fictitious fabrications of the truth, but it sure makes the story a lot more interesting.
On the other hand, there are a few things we’ll always remember and they are etched in our memory forever.
One particular truth I’ll never forget is what a teacher said to the class one day.
“Time is more valuable than money.”
Looking at it from writer’s perspective, the wisdom of that statement presents a disconcerting conundrum.
Writers use their time to write a story and the reader is required to give money and time in return.
Time is important and we have only a limited amount of it, so it’s a risk for both the writer and the reader . . . a very expensive risk.
A bad story is time squandered for a reader, making the nasty review that is sure to follow understandable. A bad story for a writer is also time squandered and a costly lesson.
I have pondered over this conundrum every since I decided to write my first book, because asking someone to spend their time reading what I have written is huge and I do not take such a thing lightly.
We live in a world where an hourly wage is measured by the work that is done and when we retire from work, the thing we remember is not the money we earned, but the time we spent doing it. “I worked for 35 years. I worked 40 for years.” Universal words for retired workers. The amount of money earned is trivial when compared to the time we invested.
Free time is never free, it is earned with time. Money can’t buy happiness, but time well spent can be rewarding.
In advance, thank you for spending your time to read this. If you want a refund for your time, sorry, the ATM (Automated Time Machine) is currently out-of-order. I broke it trying to get the hour back I used to write this post.
This Week be a Tricky Lavender Penguin or a Mellow Burgundy Eagle.
Spreading the Love to France, Poland, Chile, South Africa, Norway, New Zealand, Malta, and Mali.
Saturday, November 3, 2018
Politically Correct Fantasy Books.
Is that really a thing?
|Every year it does the same thing.|
I have a story in my head and a vision of what the characters will be like, and I write that story, and I write those characters. It makes me a happy writer. I understand there are certain things that might make a person’s head explode. I don’t intentionally write those things, but I don’t intentionally exclude them either.
Freedom: the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.
Writing is my Freedom, and I write what swirls inside my head.
Independent: free from outside control; not depending on another's authority and not subject to control by others.
Placating writers walk on quicksand. I was once up to my neck in quicksand – it’s not a good place to be. The harder I tried to get out, the more it sucked me in. I was finally able to free myself when I decided to stop letting it control me.
Writing sensitivity modifications to appease is dangerous, and it will kill imagination if allowed to fester. A writer should always write the story inside them.
Fantasy novels are a place to get away from the real world for a short time and meet strange new people, experience strange new lands, and to use your imagination. You also get to be subjected to what is inside a writer’s head. (Terrifying, eh?)
If the book you are reading offends you, stop reading it. It’s just that simple.
Are you the type of person who enjoys a story from the heart? I suggest you read an indie authors book.
This Week be a Sneaky Purple Mouse or a Gentle Scarlet Owl.
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