Jan 7, 2011

Friday Free for All

OK, get the free stuff out of the way first:
from: http://hunt4freebies.com/
This was originally posted on December 22, but they have now extended the dates through March 31. Get 2 FREE Nights at the Grand Sierra Resort Hotel in Reno Nevada  You can also call 1-800-501-2651 with offer code 2FTG if for some reason you have problems on their site.
Please Note: This is not available for Reno locals (sorry).
After I came up with this entry title, I realized that people would be thinking that I was giving something away for free besides just my words.  No guarantee that I'll be able to find a give away every week, but I'll give it a shot.

The other (original) meaning I had for this title was that I could just talk about anything at all.  Sometimes I'll base this on something I heard/read from a friend, and sometimes it'll just be me doing a brain dump.  I'll try to stay away from politics or religion (even the pseudo version, like pseudo-intellectuals who don't seem to have paid any attention to history when they were in school - oops, said I wasn't going to get on that slippery soap box). So here goes:

Humor:
There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer.  When asked to define "great" he said, "I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger!"

He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages.

Reading:
Because in order to write, you must read.  I once attended a writer's conference and because I knew one of the writer's who was speaking and I happened to be wearing a suit, people mistakenly thought I was an editor (now if I could just get the editors to mistake me for a writer).  I was approached by a few folks with their manuscripts asking me to give them an opinion.  I tried to be polite about it, letting them know I was not someone who could grant them instant literary immortality.  One desperate soul thrust her untethered stack at me in anticipation that I would recognize her originality.  It only took a glance at the first page to notice the extreme similarity to a work by Frank Herbert.  I asked her if she had read the title her opening reminded me of and her response has stayed with me: "I don't have time to read, I'm a writer."

Writing:
So here I am, plugging away on my thriller: Deliberate Acts.  My bad guys are Bund wannabees, though they fit the profile of the pre-war group that represented the Nazi's in the U.S., meaning they're basically thugs who want to lord it over other people, my guys are basically too lazy to really get involved in politics.  Like most of the German 2nd generation citizens during WW II, they don't have German accents, so a simple adoption of English names does all it takes for them to slide under the paranoia radar of people who feared that anyone with a different sound or look were spies for our enemies.  These are guys who would rather go to the trouble of stealing from someone than put in an honest day's work.  But I need to research about people who survive being scalped.  There's a funny story about how my father's Bull Terrier did this to an intruder while he was trying to come in a window.