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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'."
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!
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?
I attempted to mail to you, I don't know if it reached you. Please let me know if you got my communication. Thanks!
As anyone who takes time to peruse my favorites can see, Jay Cantrell is one of my favorite authors. He writes stories that are engaging and compelling. I often think that when I grow up I want to write as well as he does. So, here's what I have to say about anyone who takes time to criticize his stories: You really need to get a life, or if you're that concerned volunteer your time here as a proof reader. I will state for a fact that to a certain degree, any differences I might have with anything of Jay Cantrell's is a matter of style. I wouldn't presume to tell a master how to improve his work!
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