Friday, April 22, 2016

Why I don't use outlines - a reflection

I just noticed the page of "outline" for my novel "The Hunt for the GinGunGyn".

By the time I wrote the novel, the down and out thief had become a street orphan with a stutter.

The female detective character had a far worse time than originally anticipated.

And this

Section 3Here is where the three characters start intersecting

Is the outline version of a major novel section.

Me and trying to outline the action in a novel before writing - it just doesn't work for me.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Restrooms and the law

Apparently in the US, a lot of states have decided that it's necessary to dictate what restroom you should be using according to the genitals you happen to be born with.

Maybe this is because many of those representatives/senators are male and they fear a trans seeing their genitals when they pee.

However, females don't have that problem. Stalls solve it. There is nothing to see, women go into a stall fully dressed. They come out, fully dressed.

In fact, once many years ago, I shared a public toilet on a University campus with a guy. Definitely male, I saw him dash in. However, he was there because he needed a toilet. From the almost immediate noise/smell, he needed that quite quite badly.

As long as everyone in the restroom is in there to take care of business, I see no problem. Legislation isn't needed. Acceptance is. And more unisex restrooms.

Monday, April 11, 2016

The Muse

Some artists rave on about their Muse. You can tell it’s meant to be with a capital M. 
Their Muse helps them soar to new heights. Without their Muse present, they can’t work.
Let me tell you, my Muse is a damned bitch. 
She never shows up when I’m hoping she will. I sit at the keyboard, slowly typing away. The daily word count struggle as ten words become twenty and twenty reach 100.
It’s about the time that the word count loses importance that the bitch Muse shows up. She wants to take credit for all the words. 
But I won’t give her the satisfaction. I worked hard on those first words of the day. They took real effort. 
And no bitch Muse is going to claim credit for them.

The next time she shows up, I am chaining her to the desk.