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I've been quiet long enough that people are starting to write to me asking if I'm still alive. So I thought I'd bring things up to date.
I finished a new book and Andy has it for editing. He has some other things on his plate, though, so it's unknown when I'll get it back and be able to post it.
On the neuropathy-and-my-hands-don't-work thing, I'll tell you how ridiculous it's gotten. I've always been a touch typist, and I look at the paper/screen as I type. With the neuropathy, I can't feel the keys anymore, and I make zillions of mistakes by either hitting the wrong key or hitting two at once.
A particularly frustrating issue is when I miss a "c", "x", or "z" and hit Alt, Fn (function) or the windows keys. That tends to take me places I have to then get out of to get back to typing. So the fix I came up with was to hot-glue the Alt, Fn and windows keys so they can't be pushed anymore. The same thing was happening on the right side, so I glued those, too.
I told you it was ridiculous.
But it lets me type. Now all I have to do is make constant corections to words like the one five words ago, which should have been "corrections". Just to show you what that looks like, I'll describe the new book without making any corrections. Here goes.
It's called "The Profeassor's Nannies" and it'w about fifteen chapters long. Basically a professor hires two college girls to take care of his infant chiold and the hijinks take off from there.
Actually, that wasn't too bad. I cheated a little bit and looked at my hands while I typed it. Of course whenIm writing a book, there's more tyo put on the opage, and therfore more mistakes to correct later on. So it goes slowly, but I eventually get thingsl eoone.
Okay. I'll stop there. You get the idea.
Thanks for your patience.
I'm a still trying to reclaim my ability to write a short stroke story, without it blowing up into a novel.
When I sent Sharing With Sister to Andy, my editor, he sent back that it had little substance, was shallow and had almost no character development.
Is this not what a stroke story is?
So I posted it.
You be the judge.
As promised I have started posting Ice Fishing With The Twins.
What I messed up on was that, when I got up this morning, instead of remembering to start posting the story, I went and did a bunch of other things. So here it is, late at night.
But I figured what the hell. I'd just post it anyway. I'll put up more chapters in the morning.
Assuming I can remember to do it.
I've grown accustomed to my hearing aids,
My glasses fit just fine.
I can even stand my dentures,
But oh, how I miss my mind.
Thanks for reading.
I've been writing since 2005, or at least posting things I wrote since then. My goal was not to repeat things. I tried to describe things differently and have different plots and different characters.
Recently, though, I've gotten some mail that complains I'm repeating myself, in terms of plot.
So I decided to reflect on this. I sat back and plugged in my earbuds and pushed "play" on my I-pod, and started thinking. A while later I realized that two songs in a row were about the same thing - love. Sure, they were different songs by different people, but the theme was the same - love. I pulled up my playlist in the computer and saw something interesting. A hundred different artists ... all writing love songs. And I like them all.
This does not mean I think things should be repeated. But some themes are produced in many different ways.
Take for instance the old, tried and true, guy living next door to two hot teen twins, with an equally hot mother, and he's part of their daily lives. You know what's going to happen. And even if two different authors wrote it, you'd still know what was going to happen.
For me, the fun is in seeing how it unfolds. That part should be different.
But don't be surprised if you read something of mine in the future, and realize it's a similar plot to one I wrote last year.
Thus is presented the metaphor for my next offering, which will be about a guy who lives next to two hot teen girls, who have an equally hot mom.
It's totally by accident, folks. This time it's about ice fishing, and a reader came up with the plot. It was his idea, not mine.
I just liked it.
See you in a few weeks. And if you're one of the ones who feel like I'm repeating myself, then pass this one up.
I just started posting a "new" story. My use of quotes there is both intentional and appropriate. I'll explain.
When you've written as many stories as I have, and done it over the time span I have, a very real concern is that you're going to end up writing the same story twice and not realize it. I know there are people out there who will say, "What? Give me a break. He writes the same story over and over and over again! There's a younger woman paired with an older man, they have sex, and she gets pregnant."
In one sense those people are right. But then, if you describe a story with those few details, then a million authors have written the same story.
So that definition of "same story" aside, let me explain what I meant.
I make notes in small files about story ideas I like and might want to develop some day. It's basically just a skeletonized version of the plot idea and, if it came from a reader, that person's email address, so I can let them know if I complete it. I store those in a folder titled: projects folder
Normally, when I do develop the idea, I load that file, expand on it, and then save it in a different place. Then I delete the original one from the projects folder.
I wrote a story in 2012 but didn't delete the skeleton file from the projects folder. I just forgot to, apparently.
So, in 2018, being old and confused, I saw it (again), liked it (again), and wrote it ... again.
Think of it like a carpenter who builds a stool, gives it away, and then five or six years later needs something to sit on and builds another one. They're going to be very much alike ... but not exactly the same.
So if you want to know the difference in how I thought about things then, and now, read the story.
The original is called Posing Uncle Bob and this one is called Not-so-super Model. The really sad part is that it wasn't my idea in the first place. The foreword to the first story explains that.
There's a little more information in the foreword to this one, as well.
I will endeavor not to do this again.
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