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Anne N. Mouse: Blog

Last day

April 29, 2017
Posted at 8:18 pm

Today was the last day of production for my job. In one way I'm glad to have the push to get things done over. Of course there will always be the push to get the equipment clean and ready to sell... So the focus has changed for then next six weeks. I submitted a resume to several places recently but have yet to hear back from any of them. That is a worry of course, but I can only do what I can do. As far as I'm concerned if I get a positive response and it is in town then I'll go NOW.

functional addiction

March 19, 2017
Posted at 11:49 am

I think that is a contradiction of terms. But I'm able to keep my job until it ends... So maybe not. But to put it mildly I've found a certain online game, not porn sites to be my downfall. I almost don't leave myself time to do much pleasure reading, and I certainly don't do any 'work' on writing or such. I am doing proofreading. I'd like to get paid to do that but haven't been willing to expose myself enough to set up a paypal or other account. Real names and places of residence required. Can't even use my PO box. Which is part of why I let it lapse.

Bad days...

March 18, 2017
Posted at 11:21 pm

My name is Horace. Not really, but as I've mentioned previously, the place I work is closing its doors. In the meantime they are still putting out production to meet existing orders. So with the rats abandoning ship and what not we of course are employing temporary employees. Anyway on Friday afternoon I was busily doing quality control which is my sometimes job when someone asked if the temp had had his final break of the day. I gave the break then someone asked did I know that the temp was expecting to leave an hour before we normally close business. I didn't… then my boss said, 'Anne can run this machine...' I can, but that meant that the QA that I'd been doing never got finished. It also meant that I worked extra hard because he couldn't be bothered to do more than pack part of the product the machine was making. Of course there were other tasks that I am expected to complete that didn't get done because I was operating a machine. All this to say that I was feeling very Horace like. That is used up and thrown away...!

And to top things off someone at work didn't get the reference when I said, "My name is 'Horace'."

Bad news, Sad news

March 4, 2017
Posted at 10:44 pm

I just received information that the company I work for has been sold and the new owner will move the shop to another state. I've been encouraged to apply with them but don't know if that is what I want to do. I live near my aged parents, and frankly I want to stay in the area. The only drawback is that like all of Kalifornication we are still in a recession. The only places making money in the state are the big IT firms and for all of my life I've been working at industrial labor... But that is disappearing fast. And computers confuse me immensely. If I wrote regularly enough I might try the Patreon route but as anyone who is waiting on the end of Helluva knows I don't write regularly enough to make a living at it...
Still my life situation won't make finishing any of my in progress work any easier... I'd live with my parents but they are in a truly rural part of the state and if things are tough where I live, there they are positively third world!

Writing exercise; show VS tell?

February 13, 2017
Posted at 2:13 am

I think this particular bit of advice to an author is one of the hardest for me to understand. I want to know, is describing a sunset showing or telling?

FEX: For the men of D company, the setting of the sun was the beginning of their terror.

So for a story start, how does that comport? Is it showing or telling? What would make it showing?

The cold of night was only slightly worse than the misery of the day. It had been over a year since anyone had seen the sun unencumbered by a layer of clouds so thick that some had even begun to wonder if they had imagined their memories of clear blue skies with a warm yellow sun which could actually do more than burn a person. The sullen glow that shown through the clouds when they were not pouring snow or freezing rain on everyone could burn a person if they were foolhardy enough to expose their skin to its rays; not that anyone would, because even when the glow was high overhead frostbite was a real concern that could cost a finger, nose or life.

So is the second bit here still telling?