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Went to Wal-Mart today. Momma wanted to come along and she felt well enough to take the trip. Last week she got out several times, which is good considering that the week before she slept nearly all the time.

Driving around with Momma can be pretty interesting. She likes to read the signs aloud. Wells Fargo. We buy houses. Big sale. Twenty percent off. It can drive a person crazy. It hinders me in reading the signs myself, which, I found out I do except it’s all in my head. McDonalds. Summer vacation special.

Momma also likes to point out the sights. “Look at the cloud over there.” Where she’s pointing I don’t know. “Momma, I’m driving,” I tell her. “I have to watch the traffic.” This placates her awhile. “Did you see that car. What kind of car is that.” I’ve seen lots of cars, but I’m not sure which one she means. “I don’t know,” I confess. “There’s an airplane right over head. Do you see it?” She asks. I do not.

At stop lights I’ve learned to pay attention to the lights and not waver from them. If I don’t it ends up like. “Look over there,” Momma says. I look. “It’s green, you can go now,” she says the moment I glance away from the light. I grind my teeth in frustration. I only looked away for one measly second and why did she look away from whatever caught her attention?

The worst are what I call her Mrs. Bucket moments. Mrs. Bucket is a character is the British show called Keeping up Appearances. Daddy liked to watch that show. Mrs. Bucket is a horrible backseat driver. When Momma does it, it’s like. “Watch out!” She says loud. I about slam on the brakes even though I don’t see anything. “That car made a turn,” she tells me. The car in question is like on the other side of the road and far from me. I grumble and continue on, waiting to arrive at our destination and I get a rest.

 

 

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I finished the initial draft of my historical novel. I have to say it went better than I expected, faster too. It’s about 65,000 words. I’m thinking that once I find more information and answer the questions I came up with, it’ll be longer. I’m quite pleased with the idea of writing down the questions and have them be answered later then stopping writing and wait until I found out, right away, what I need to know.

Some of my questions:

What does a cistern look like? (The kind they used in Charleston which sat on the roof.)                                                                                                                         What does a horse drawn trolley look like?                                                               Which trains operated at the time?

I already have the answers for some of the 199 questions I came up with. It helped that I managed to wrest myself from making the novel a complete history lesson. Historical events, while all around and a main part of the story is not the main theme, the mystery the teens solve will be, and there are back stories woven throughout. Some of the (fictional) things that happened came as a complete surprise to me.

Now I’m transferring the handwritten story to the computer. Once all typed, the questions will be answered (if there is an answer) and it’s off to the editing stage.

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In ‘Vandal’, Being sixteen and the lead guitarist in an up and coming KISS tribute band would seem a petty good life, even with having little success with the opposite sex.  But Will has an older brother, Jason, who’s out of control. Jason torments his brother, embarrassing him, roughing him up. He’s always in trouble. Ask Jason why he does what he does and he doesn’t know. Will thinks he’s telling the truth and that’s the scary part.

In ‘Sons of the 613’ Isaac’s Bar Mitzvah is a few weeks away and the person helping him to prepare is AWOL. Combine that with the memory of a recent Bar Mitzvah he attended, one that went horribly, really horribly, wrong, and the fact Isaac’s parents have gone to Italy and left Isaac’s older brother in charge. Josh may not be the best choice to watch over things as he’s quick to anger and ready to fight. His idea  to help Isaac become a man may not be the best idea.

Both books deal with older brothers tormenting their younger brothers yet being nice to the their younger sisters. Both Will and Isaac have girl troubles, but how the main character handles the situation of their wild brothers isn’t the same and the path the Jason and Josh take are different. Ruben’s book has more interesting characters like Patrick the punk rocker and his stripper girlfriend for example, but both are good.

I’ve never read about a bully like Jason before. Reading Simmon’s novel makes it easier to understand someone like him. It was interesting that I picked them up in the same week at random.

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Go Away Carpel Tunnel

Every year for I don’t know how many years, I get a case of carpel tunnel syndrome in my right hand. I know it’s there all the time and I have remedies for it, but it really only bothers me once or twice a year. I hadn’t had it since 2014, but it’s hit again. Bummer.

It means I have to curtail typing, writing, and drawing. So I have and that’s the most painful of all. I have stories to type and write and I’m working on my Christmas book. The latter is going surprisingly well. If I sketch lightly I can draw so I’ve gotten several preliminary drawings done and they look pretty well.

I want to say the carpel tunnel thing hit me unexpectedly, but as I think back there were some early warning symptoms – I had a hard time copying information down at the library. Then, bam. My thumb hurt. Then I couldn’t write in the morning. It was time to take precautions. This meant a brace on my right hand and no computer, no writing, no drawing for several days. Now, I’m began easing myself back to work. At school I had no choice, but to type, now, it being summer, I can get away without doing any. Oh, how I miss it.

Going slow means I can get the drawings done before October. I can read some of my old stories. I can think of ideas for new stories. I will be positive.

It’s getting better now. Right now I’m limiting myself to a little bit of typing, a little bit of writing, and some drawing. With luck, soon I’ll be back in the swing of things.

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My carpel tunnel is acting up, the first time in years. So, why am I typing? Because I can’t stop.

Anyway, I’m trying out the speech recognition app on the computer – Windows Speech Recognition. Have my mic. Computer can hear me. I’m good.

I open up Word. Total mental block. I want to type the notes for a new story, a new idea I want to develop. In my head, a few minutes before I turned on the computer, there was a lot. When I went to dictate it – nothing. Zilch. I’m sitting there and have absolutely nothing to say.

Okay, I think. No problem. I have a printed story that needs to be retyped. I’ll work on that. Having never done the dictation thing before, I have to work out the kinks, feel my way around. I find I can say period and it will put a . where I want it. The software also adds ‘and’ where I don’t want it. When I say ‘insert’ it will insert the section, but only up to so many letters.

But it’s slow, so gosh-darn slow and it makes mistakes and it assumes the sentence will go in a different direction. That I hate the most. It should type just what I want and not assume I’m saying this, or that.

Maybe it will learn. I’ll be using it a while as my wrist heals.

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