tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26791026.post3222557395991940809..comments2024-03-26T18:28:06.391-04:00Comments on Evil Editor: New Beginning 1052Evil Editorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03879826770199639420noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26791026.post-85466807172252312032016-02-12T22:49:03.655-05:002016-02-12T22:49:03.655-05:00It's yours if you dedicate the book to me.It's yours if you dedicate the book to me.Evil Editorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03879826770199639420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26791026.post-76912750941465752122016-02-12T20:01:25.661-05:002016-02-12T20:01:25.661-05:00"Rustic meant having only two bars on his cel..."Rustic meant having only two bars on his cell phone". I love that. Can I steal it? Er, I mean use it? If yes, would a thank you in the foreward be sufficient or would you require a .01% cut of the royalties? Whoevernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26791026.post-46319931229719262642016-02-12T16:56:30.012-05:002016-02-12T16:56:30.012-05:00Thanks EE. I hope you are getting better.
I need...Thanks EE. I hope you are getting better. <br /><br />I needed this. This story, like many I write, starts with a single mental image. Int his case it was the image of the twenty-somethings walking up to the cabin. They won't leave in human form. The problem with that is the first sentence or two gets so fixed in my head that I don't change it. Nothing should be that special in writing. <br /><br />EE: I spent today doing revision. All of your suggestions have been added to the text. The initial 200 words have another two hundred words of backstory and clarification. I'll work that though the rest of the story this weekend. <br /><br />It's all metric. <br />I've filled in Ronan's family history. <br />It's no longer Probate Court but the Tribal Council that has the legal authority. <br />It's on Tribal lands. The Tribe has the cellphone tower and internet service. <br />I'll blame the drop cloths on the Tribal Council, too. <br />Nick and Logan are 23/24 years old. I'll make that clear in the story. <br /><br />And no Banjos. (wink, wink). I always enjoy the continuations. <br /><br />I have to go cook. If I think of anything else, I'll write another post. davefragmentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12151700370200628940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26791026.post-64259570490851619532016-02-12T15:38:36.903-05:002016-02-12T15:38:36.903-05:00When people are missing, the law goes through an a...When people are missing, the law goes through an awful lot of steps before presuming them dead and redistributing their worldy belongings. Among other things, it's customary to wait seven years. <br /><br />The exception would be if Uncle was last spotted boarding a ship of which then sailed into a hurricane and all that was found afterward was a few floating bits, or something like that. And even then, it would take a while.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26791026.post-16373790373323405662016-02-12T12:08:30.550-05:002016-02-12T12:08:30.550-05:00What did they talk about during the extremely long...What did they talk about during the extremely long trip if it had nothing to do with where they were going? And I agree about the need for a few dialogue tags.<br /><br />I found it odd that the furniture in the cabin was covered by drop clothes. The furniture used in cabins isn't usually the type that people worry about getting dusty (or muddy, or bloody, or scratched and dented). That may have more to do with the people I know who have cabins. ymmv<br /><br />I would probably keep reading to see if it was going anywhere interesting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26791026.post-25575008123950570642016-02-12T11:26:28.943-05:002016-02-12T11:26:28.943-05:00Hi Dave, it's nice to see you have a new story...Hi Dave, it's nice to see you have a new story! Couple of things that struck me that you could fix:<br /><br />In Canada, we measure in metres and kilometres. <br /><br />"This was my refuge from the beatings" does not sound like something people actually say. If someone asks "were you close" and the backstory involves a lot of personal pain, people usually say stuff like "He was good to me. Wish I knew where he was now" and more comes in dribs and drabs, if Logan (or was it Nick?) feels like saying more. Especially if it never came up for the entire hours-long drive.Tknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26791026.post-56384652017713959102016-02-12T09:34:31.773-05:002016-02-12T09:34:31.773-05:00Unchosen Continuation:
The door swung open. &quo...Unchosen Continuation:<br /><br /><br />The door swung open. "Well!" bellowed the newcomer. "If it isn't my Logan!"<br /><br />Logan and Nick stood, silent, as a pair of shabbily-dressed skeletons sauntered into the room.<br /><br />"I was just telling my gal Julie here all about you," said Uncle Ronan. "Boys, meet Julie, the toughest girl in British Columbia."<br /><br />"Hi," said Julie, shyly.<br /><br />"But--"began Logan, "But you're dead. We buried you."<br /><br />"Well, that's what that bear thought, too." Uncle Ronan bent down to examine the wood burning stove. "Thought he could finish us off. But like I told you, there's some funny things in these woods. Now--howsabout getting some wood for this, and a beer, eh?"<br /><br />Nick and Logan nodded, heading for the door. No doubt about it, Spring Break would never be the same.<br /><br />--Khazar-khumEvil Editorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03879826770199639420noreply@blogger.com