Week 176 – Piles Of Ironing, Blind Reads And How Much I Hate ‘I Just Called To Say I love You’

I’ve been thinking on how much we reveal within our writing.

I don’t mean this to be insulting but I think those that read can’t always spot something personal, whereas for those that write, it can be pretty obvious.

I will not be as crass as giving out examples but what I would say is that most of our writers have on occasion shown us more of themselves than they would probably admit. If anything is questioned, we all hide behind the ‘It’s a story’ argument.

I myself have exercised my frustrations by killing many a person within a few sentences. But I reckon, ‘Die (Insert name) Bastard Die!’ isn’t much of a plot. (My fellow editors pointed that out…Even after my hundred paraphrases.)

I just wonder if those stories, phrases, situations or even a single thought would be acceptable for us to confront the person or persons involved with it outright?

It’s our therapy, whether we accept this or not. And the sad / amazing thing is, that those sentences will always resonate as some other fucker is thinking exactly the same thing.

I wonder how many who write, show their ‘loved ones’ what they write? I’m not talking about a partner, that relationship is different and weird, destructive, constructive and hopefully honest. I’m talking about family and friends. Now if you have a bunch of sycophants, (Anyone who has been to see a child relative’s nativity play and raved about it) they will tell you that your work is brilliant. But if you have that old uncle who begins to swear when Joseph is played by a girl, drinks from a litre of cider to ease the off-key singing and who punches the kid’s parents for being proud, that is the guy to ask. (Revealing is so liberating!!)

The truth can be brutal and you probably need someone who seems to be brutal to tell you.

We were all part of another website once and they published everything. That doesn’t help. Self-Publishing doesn’t help (Although I would do this if I ever win the lottery – Yep! I know…My hypocrisy knows no bounds. I would just like to smell a book of my own words!) And enthusiastic relatives don’t help. Don’t ask me what the fuck does. We are in strange times, how do you measure quality in your writing. And success is only for those lucky enough to make a living from it. And I do mean lucky!

Diane commented on Tom’s story this week and stated that she wished that there was a way that this story could be out there for everyone to read and she is quite correct. We have writers here who are better than many traditionally published ones that I’ve read but they are never showcased to the audience that they deserve.

That is why, as I have said, every now and then we write what we really feel and camouflage it as a story. We get out frustrations. I do believe that most writers, if they didn’t write would end up killing someone!

But folks, we have your back. We encourage, we publish and we try to support as much as we can. It may only be a drop in the ocean but at least you know that we appreciate and enjoy every word that you write!

Now onto this weeks stories.

There are no newbies for you, just one returning writer and four stalwarts of the site.

Our topics this week include; social aftermath of a war, a take on a song, a swashbuckler, a dance and a self-referral.

As always our initial comments follow.

We started the week with R. Harlan Smith. We have received a few stories from him. There are others in the pipeline and are hoping to receive more soon.

The Dancer‘ was published on Monday.

‘The setting is done very well.’

‘He introduces the characters effortlessly.’

‘This has that wonderful folk tale feel to it.’

On Tuesday we had a site legend. We now have 54 examples of his work and I’d like to add that up until now I would have found it very difficult to find a favourite amongst all of those gems. I now have a winner!

Too Much Asia To Erase‘ in my opinion, is the best from Tom Sheehan!!

‘Tom trundles along with Tom stories that are brilliant and what we have come to expect. He’s poetic, he writes a scene as well as anyone, he immerses you into his world. This is all a given. But sometimes he writes something that is so true and true in a way that none of us understand which makes you in awe of the characters and the situation that he has, not so much created, but explained so succinctly!’

‘This had so much to it that it’s hard to believe it’s a short. There was anger and sadness, fear, bravery and brutality. It was very moving both on behalf of the homeless veterans but also on behalf of the other one, the sandwich bringer, because he was in just as much pain as they were and when he tried to make it right it ended him. Amazing writing. This should be in a library and showcased everywhere’

Trust, revulsion and a lack of understanding all were factors. The guy gives them his name but he is still referred to as ‘Soft Face’. The anger is against help and understanding. The law of ‘Asia’ is all around them but further down that alleyway it is more brutal and it’s the guy’s own fault that he goes down there. They know the laws and live by them. Anyone who doesn’t are all ‘soft faces’.

From one legend to another. Fred Foote continues to enhance our site. ‘Frankie and Albert‘ broke the back of the week on Wednesday.

‘The atmosphere in this is staggering.’

‘So beautifully lyrical.’

‘OK, there was blood and death and stuff but it was a hellava lot of fun!’

Well you really did have a treat this week, three legends in a row with over 120 stories between them. The amazing Leila Allison was next up with ‘All I Love Dies Alone

‘I was enthralled. The way that this was told totally enhanced.’

‘Sad, amusing and maybe even a wee bit frightening.’

‘Simply a great story from a brilliant writer.’

A. Elizabeth Herting is tenacious and professional to a fault. Her stories are always beautifully presented and she is a delight to work with. We hope that she continues to add to her back catalogue.

Cornwallis Surrenders‘ finished off the week.

‘It’s a pity that Burt Lancaster isn’t still around, he could have played this part wonderfully!’

‘Well written and I found myself cheering him on.’

‘All heaving bosoms and lovable rogues – This was a lot of fun!’

That’s us for another seven days folks.

Just to finish off, we had an observation from someone who made an assumption that we have never had before, or if we have, it hasn’t been expressed. (A bit like when you get married, you believe that you will get loads of sex and your ironing done. But I’m not sure what the guys expect)

Someone stated that they assumed that we did blind reads. We have never promoted that and to be honest, to us, it doesn’t matter who or what you are as long as the stories are good. I think we prefer you to tell us a bit about yourself. Not for us to judge, simply because we are interested!

But to be PC we’ll embrace blind reading. So, Diane is getting a Labrador, Nik is learning to read the cheese grater (He likes a bit of horror) and I’ll be punching Stevie Wonder. (I can’t forgive ‘I Just Called To Say I Love You’. A friend once commented that he hoped that Mr Wonder never got his sight back as he would see how shite the video was.)

That’s blind reads sorted.

Now onto deaf reads. With that I do worry that our quality may dip as everything will sound the same.

Hugh

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4 thoughts on “Week 176 – Piles Of Ironing, Blind Reads And How Much I Hate ‘I Just Called To Say I love You’

  1. “We encourage, we publish and we try to support as much as we can. It may only be a drop in the ocean but at least you know that we appreciate and enjoy every word that you write!” Well said! That sentiment rings true consistently on this site.

    Also, I thought blind reads were for duck hunters when there were no ducks around.

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  2. In no order at all –

    The man who did “Superstition”, “I Wish” and so much more gets slack from me.

    Going through the bios in “Best Of Fiction On The Web” I find the Mr. Sheehan did service in the Korean War, and another author was born in 1918. Compared to them I’m a spring chicken (with a bad Achilles).

    I have been known to burn people who will never find out in stories. Dr. Freeman, who I hated, became Dr. Unman in “Half”.

    “Blind read” or “blind reed”? The bittern is a bird that can pretend to be a reed. I don’t think that it is blind.

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  3. I’m waiting for people who know me to ask if I need recommendations for a therapist.
    Sometimes I have to remind myself of the quote “If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”
    I’m actually found in quite humorous in real life But humor never seems to make it into any of of my stories. I’ve always enjoyed writing about the Darkside of life rather than the bright. Thanks again for all you guys do!

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