It snowed last night but nothing stuck,kinda like my life.
It snowed last night but nothing stuck,kinda like my life.
Snow in Scotland, but quite mild for the time of year in London.
Frozen hell broke on the eastern seaboard on Monday. I don't know if arr&bee got it as far inland as DC. I hope not.
The weather was so bad in New York that Midnight Johnny wasn't able to host "Nightflight".
It did next to nothing here.
Here either, but they're predicting 6-8 inches between the time I go to sleep tonight and when I wake to go to church tomorrow morning. Might be staying home; we'll see. I wonder if anything interesting is coming on television...
You could use the opportunity to make progress with writing your novel.....
I'm glad you said that. I'm eight pages in, so far. It's not a lot but it's as far as I've gotten. I also have the next several pages plotted out and just need to start typing.
Here's a preview for you:
"It was a dark and stormy night..."
I'm hooked.
Here's the rest of the chapter:
"...when the butler did it."
Mr When, the butler, was always expected to do it.
You have an allocation of 200 pages, to reveal his motives. What scope. Therein lies a real story.
I'm sensing film rights coming into the picture....
Of course. I'm leaving it open-ended so that there are multiple sequels. Don't want to spoil it for you, but the butler is one of a set of septuplets. The franchise's hero, Gerry O'Zeunne, will have an increasingly difficult time solving each of their crimes in each book.
Will they all die happily ever after?
No. They'll be forced to work for unmannerly Americans and ultimately lose their minds due to being asked 'which one is the soup spoon?' It's sort of my take on Butlerian Hell and should be enough to make naughty servants think twice before committing crime.
My cousin Julie is a great housekeeper. She's been divorced six times and, each time, she kept the house.
< Rimshot >
Have you been drinking from the same well that I get my jokes from?
Yes, unquenchably and unashamedly...and for a whole lot longer
In fact, for so very long that I'm now worried. Well, if I were suddenly awakened, I might just immediately [[and unstoppably) start trotting through them....
Hey jerry you a writer too,just like me,i'm writing my memoirs,so far i have...once upon a time..darn writers block.
If we're talking about the printed word, I don't think rain forests have anything to worry about from you two, just yet....
I'm staring at blank pages here,and they ain't smiling.
It can only get better. All it takes is a sentence.
Idea! You could write about making and selling hooch, from prison. Working title : 'The Hard Cell'. They'll love it in Memphis.....
UM WEST THAT AIN'T FUNNY,I'VE NEVER BEEN TO PRISON...[nothing's ever been proven]I'M INNOCENT[wink,wink]NOW WHERE WAS I...ONCE UPON A TIME....
Wasn't 'Five Years' the time you got for being innocent...?
No west that's how long it takes for hooch to get from your throat to your stomach.
It's 65 years come July, and it still hasn't even reached my hand....
I care about the rain forests, so I took my Dad's advice that I write my book on my tablet computer. The only problem is that I've run out of space on it, even though I'm using a fine point marker. It doesn't help that my wife keeps wiping the screen clean before the ink dries, forcing me to start from scratch.
You could always try the windows, especially the ones she can't reach!
Your feverish, minute writing will look as bad as mine, when I sign the handheld terminal on receipt of a parcel!
I still prefer reading for pleasure from paper. I've already planted the trees for my own novel. At this rate, that will be as long as it takes for me to think of a plot, and then get it written.
Last edited by westgrandboulevard; 02-05-2015 at 05:35 AM.
LOL. I remember being upset with an eighth-grade history teacher for giving me a 400 word essay for homework. So I wrote it small enough to fit on less than a page. He gave it back with 'incomplete' written and circled in red, so I had the next day's homework to do in addition to having to rewrite it.
I'll take your side here. If you were asked for a 400 word essay, and submitted 400 words, it was clearly complete. You were succinct, but your teacher was not so, in his instructions.
Or, did he perhaps mean that while you may have written 400 words, it did not [[in his opinion) have a satisfactory conclusion - ?
He wasn't going to squint his eyes to read essentially 6 point type that was handwritten. Since he had Mom on the Rolodex, it wasn't worth it to complain about it.
When I think back, some of my own teachers were not too good at their job.
They were probably not naturally gifted for the work, but just thought they were. May have become older but not maintained their previous standard. I'm sure the training must now be better. Can hope so, anyway...
My teacher asked me to finish an assignment in second grade.....i turned it in just before leaving high school.
I'll bet those 14 years just flew by, too, didn't they?
14yrs???it was twenty five.
You might have broken my record... I didn't have the patience to pass math class, so I can't add it up to find out.
I didn't have the patients to successfully pass in medical school.
I was going to attend medical school. I passed the entrance exams and decided that I should probably choose a different vocation.
I mean, I passed out during the entrance exams and decided that I should probably choose a different vocation. Or whatever.
Well yes, it does sound as if your chances were faint.
Yep. I had to pick myself up and start anew. And I mean that I literally had to pick myself up.
Must have been an 'out of the body' experience. Bet it gave you a lift.
In the end. It was a sinking feeling at first, though.
Don't let it get you down.
I try not to. But I do feel a little flat when I pass out.
At least people will understand you're on the level.
Indeed I am. It's best to play it straight with people when you're feeling low.
It becomes harder when you find they are in the same position, just when you were thinking it couldn't get any lower....
True enough. That's when you wake up, look around yourself, dust yourself off, and get back on your own feet. Only then can you help someone else in the same situation.
Absolutely. Being in a negative situation, and just looking for response from someone in the same situation, often results in a double negative, and cancelling each other out. Better to look for inspiration from someone who has something which can be admired, and then help yourself. Double positive!
People tend to look more toward another negative person when they're down in the dumps. Something about the blues makes us want to dwell in them rather than climb out. I used to bug folks at work with throwing positive outlooks at their complaints and although they appreciated my efforts, some took it to heart while others grunted and kept on complaining.
My outlook is this: At some point, you're going to get over it. It may be tonight, tomorrow morning, or early next week. If you know that you're going to eventually move beyond somebody's insult and smile again, why not just cut through the bad part and start smiling now. You'll feel better if you do. Some did just that, but most of them chose to ignore me.
Hey, whatever floats your boat is fine with me, but don't expect me to be funky just because you want to be funky.
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