Here we are once again guys.
I was wondering about our physical development time line. I think it went something like:
Baby. Toddler. Kid. Teenager. Adult.
Now-a-days we have:
Baby. Toddler. Pre-School. Young child. Older child. Pre-Teen. Young teenager. Teenager. Older teenager. Young adult. Adult.
This is very apparent in attitudes, as in, it takes the fuckers a helluva lot longer to grow up.
Well here we are at Week 265.
I looked back to see if there was anything interesting historically that had happened.
I saw that the beautiful Elizabeth Taylor died in 2011.
Ronnie Raygun also initiated ‘The Star Wars’ program.
And the first use of the abbreviation OK was used in America.
Well here we are at Week 264.
First off I need to thank Diane for her excellent post of last week. She did a grand job. And you may not know this, but she removed three thousand and forty two profanities from her original draft. I thank her on behalf of all you sensitive souls.
First of all, many congratulations to Hugh and Gwen on their 30th Wedding Anniversary. Love to you both and I hope the celebrations went well.
Here we are at Week 263.
I’ve been wanting to do a feature on this subject for a very long time but every time I tried to write the post it sounded like a Chronic Tourette’s Sufferers Convention.
Another week over – It’s so sad.
No matter what the size of the story, plots can be complex but it is very off putting when we consider a story to be contrived.
Acceptable complex to contrived is separated by a bit of insecurity. Trust your readers, you do not need to baby them. Have the confidence to reveal without having to leave clues. Clues are a different medium, they are for being spotted, not read.
I think it’s all to do with flow. If you’re writing and your plot unravels naturally, then you have got it right. If you constantly change a story to fit the plot then that is maybe what comes across as contrived.
Here we are at week 261.
I wonder if anyone realises that we actually put tips into these postings. And don’t worry it’s none of those subliminal messages. If those worked both me and Diane would be drowning in Malt and Nik would be seaweeded out his head. South Africa doesn’t have seaweed, apparently, it’s The Electric Company’s fault.
