tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post7647694819195780105..comments2023-12-31T11:28:31.953-05:00Comments on The Surly Writer: You can write how much????Michelle H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-24337091881457459042009-04-22T10:57:00.000-04:002009-04-22T10:57:00.000-04:00Kat: I'm writing so much that I feel like sending ...Kat: I'm writing so much that I feel like sending out queries for it, and I'm only up to chapter 10!Michelle H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-80726475055010514812009-04-21T12:05:00.000-04:002009-04-21T12:05:00.000-04:00I am proud of you too! WRite write write YAYYY!!I am proud of you too! WRite write write YAYYY!!Kathryn Magendiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12863595228298349863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-85185733585016220112009-04-19T11:02:00.000-04:002009-04-19T11:02:00.000-04:00laughingwolf: Well, I believe you. :)laughingwolf: Well, I believe you. :)Michelle H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-7969687527004489492009-04-18T23:27:00.000-04:002009-04-18T23:27:00.000-04:00exactly, michelle... i know i'm 'writing' just sit...exactly, michelle... i know i'm 'writing' just sitting, looking out the window, no one believes me....laughingwolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08873675614347328116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-32648927338659457962009-04-18T10:37:00.000-04:002009-04-18T10:37:00.000-04:00Buckskins: OOOOO! Those farm gangstas! They didn't...Buckskins: OOOOO! Those farm gangstas! They didn't swipe the dog. But they did get even at Graham for taking the hens by messing with the steering and the brakes on his truck! <br /><br />Regular kiddie mobsters!<br /><br />Graham didn't beat them with the bat. And I don't really believe in corporeal punishment (although my parents did). All I know is Cotter took the one boy to the tool shed while pulling his belt out his pants. I hightailed it outta there!Michelle H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-15202685654511614102009-04-17T23:50:00.000-04:002009-04-17T23:50:00.000-04:00I'm in no position to comment on the writing itsel...I'm in no position to comment on the writing itself, but, Michelle, don't leave me hanging!<br /><br />I want to know if them boys get a good beating.Dave (aka Buckskins Rule)https://www.blogger.com/profile/07764864394651709866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-59609383457869743762009-04-17T10:22:00.000-04:002009-04-17T10:22:00.000-04:00Eric: The voice got toned down while working on gr...Eric: The voice got toned down while working on grammar. I did it really fast so I could make a comment about it. When I go back in and really change it, I hope to combine both. I usually don't hack that much out. Also, I changed the narrative, so this also effects things.<br /><br />laughingwolf: It's quite a distinct thing and I believe non-writers don't understand the difference between typing something and writing a story. That's where I believe people get negative over writers - that they must not be doing much if they are not typing nonstop.<br /><br />Buck: HOLY CRAP! I listened to the game on Wednesday. Absolutely unbelievable! We smoked the Flyers, tossed them down, and stomped on their necks at the hockey play. Then the Flyers get all frustrated and try beating up on the Pens. Freaking goons!<br /><br />Flyer's Daniel Carcillo got suspended for game two because of the cheap shot punch to the back of Pen's Max Talbot. Serves him(the Flyers) right!<br /><br />Suldog: I don't mind revealing a smidgen, although I won't do it every day.<br /><br />Oren: Just a writing challenge. Ordinarily, I never push myself like this. It makes my brain go all fuzzy and lightheaded while smoke comes pouring out my ears. You are wise beyone words about not counting words.<br /><br />Angie: HOT KEYS!Michelle H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-88878160964076002582009-04-17T07:36:00.000-04:002009-04-17T07:36:00.000-04:00Burn up that keyboard, girlie!Burn up that keyboard, girlie!Angie Ledbetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16407006980893727627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-38817496751588289882009-04-17T06:20:00.000-04:002009-04-17T06:20:00.000-04:00Never count words. Just write until the words sto...Never count words. Just write until the words stop. Works for me and mine.<br />OrenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-15274012627182474952009-04-17T00:05:00.000-04:002009-04-17T00:05:00.000-04:001080 words?! In one hour?! I can barely get in hal...1080 words?! In one hour?! I can barely get in half of that in twice the time! Thats really great, good for you, Michelle!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-57920657846398156392009-04-16T17:00:00.000-04:002009-04-16T17:00:00.000-04:00I don't even let MY WIFE see anything I don't cons...I don't even let MY WIFE see anything I don't consider a finished product, so you have more guts than I do, Michelle!Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-76069880379443349112009-04-16T16:33:00.000-04:002009-04-16T16:33:00.000-04:00Apropos of nothing... How 'bout them PENS? ;-)Apropos of nothing... How 'bout them PENS? <B>;-)</B>Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-67437900527596866852009-04-16T16:18:00.000-04:002009-04-16T16:18:00.000-04:00neat, michelle... yeah, get it all out then let it...neat, michelle... yeah, get it all out then let it lie for a while before going back to hone/edit<br /><br />agreed on the typing/writing... i know a woman who types 160 wpm, but writes at around 20 :)laughingwolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08873675614347328116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-33161237671028129802009-04-16T13:36:00.000-04:002009-04-16T13:36:00.000-04:00Wow, now the edited version does flow nicely, but ...Wow, now the edited version does flow nicely, but it lacks the voice (or at least doesn't have as much vocal impact) as the first draft. Thats not to say its better or worse, but I can definitely tell the distinct change. Nice writing all around though.Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07823808700523297184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-29937768912697946702009-04-16T13:23:00.000-04:002009-04-16T13:23:00.000-04:00Eric: You are correct, Sir! This is the freshest, ...Eric: You are correct, Sir! This is the freshest, unedited version that you will ever see me post. I throw grammar completely out of the equation. Instead, I concentrate mainly on establishing the character’s voice. Imagine - I’m sitting there with my eyeglasses at the end of my nose as I listen to the character at the other end of the phone and write down everything he says verbatim. Then, later, I will go back over my notes and make corrections. Here is what the first paragraphs would look like during the second draft:<br />**********<br /><br />“MITER.” Graham walked around the entire trailer, calling out the bloodhound’s name and listening for any barking. He checked out the ground, hoping to spot a few paw prints in the dirt. Unfortunately, the area had not a speck of rain at the latter end of August. Fresh prints would never mar such dry earth in any type of dog trail he could follow. The old ones he did notice had turned into a clay casting offering little clues.<br /><br />Graham hiked toward the nearby woods without going past the edge of trees. Rural country meant rural hunting all year round despite the county laws forbidding it. His face grimaced. An awful suspicion teased at his mind. He wondered if someone had taken his dog, maybe as a prank to get even for something. His body hurried back toward the trailers as he scouted around Tony’s property. The bad feelings stayed with Graham the more he found no signs of Miter. His eyes stared at the dirt path leading to Hanna Mill Road.<br />******<br /><br />Chris: I don't know why the hurry. Maybe it is the awful procrastination bug that rears its ugly head on occasion. We feel we need to write as much as we can as fast as we can so we can say we did something today. <br /><br />I will admit this. I do plan on finishing this manuscript quicker than the rest, maybe in 2 months(or less). I'm not rushing myself. I am just enjoying this story so much that I am eager to see how it ends.Michelle H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-63523581920882087092009-04-16T11:36:00.000-04:002009-04-16T11:36:00.000-04:00Not a bad hour's work, Michelle. I agree with you...Not a bad hour's work, Michelle. I agree with you (and Eric) in that as long as the quality is good, what's the damn hurry?Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794712479594188124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169129998329537448.post-30426031250549244422009-04-16T10:55:00.000-04:002009-04-16T10:55:00.000-04:00At first, the stilted sentences raised my hackles....At first, the stilted sentences raised my hackles. I've read other writing examples from you, and it just felt out of place. But as I got further into the story, I felt the voice you were laying down, and then it made perfect sense. So if this is the unedited beginning, its really good stuff. As for typing vs writing, I can do both fairly fast. But I'm with you in that it doesn't matter how fast I type (which ironically can go as fast as 120 wpm sometimes), if my writing isn't any good, whats the point? Anyway, good stuff here.Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07823808700523297184noreply@blogger.com