A fun bit of self-deprecation based on typos I’ve found in my manuscript. Rather than immediately correct them, I’ve collected them for your enjoyment and added humorous definitions. If you can’t guess the intended word (ahem, not surprising sometimes), further down you’ll find the correct spellings. If you enjoy the list, more can be found here.
- Enchancement – a possible improvement; a magic spell that might work.
- Consiren – the klaxons at a prison
- Unstanding – describes one who is sitting down
- Diffanta – difruity soda I disometimes drink
- Definity – the assuredness of knowing something will last forever
- Writh – a ghost missing its front teeth (this word must have lost its E to the next entry)
- sarcasme – the fancy British spelling of ‘sarcasm’
- Vommunication – drenching another person with the gagging vehemence of your words
- Catapostrophic – exceptionally poor use of apostrophes
- Legilimate – mind reading done to determine a person’s authenticity
As I prepared to write about hitting 100-post mark, I stumbled upon this other post from three years ago: Flash Fiction: An exercise in editing. If you’re unfamiliar with the style, the post will give you a quick understanding. Go ahead and read it. I’ll wait here.
In the post – which you may or may not have just read – I’d promised to share an example. Now, three years later, here it is. It’s about 550 words and a quick read.
Eight Seconds To Sidewalk – 2009
Tom opened his eyes. He saw the top of the skyscraper falling away from him as he plummeted backwards toward the street below.
He was falling. Falling! He only had a few seconds to figure out why. He wouldn’t have time to be angry. Or regret the things he hadn’t done. He wouldn’t even have time to panic, though somehow he didn’t feel like he could if he wanted to.
He was always logical, figuring things out. His brain told him to sort this out. He needed to know why this was happening. It mattered. For some reason, it mattered. And it was mattered that he knew who was responsible.
That’s like, a hundred little stories, which feels like a nice way of restating it.
This notice surprised me in my WordPress app the other day. I certainly don’t feel like I’ve written that many posts or sent some 50,000-words into the Internet ether.
That means I’m posting about every two weeks, which is more frequently than I expected (although when I look at the history, my schedule is more erratic than that). And I’m getting 30 views per post, which isn’t much if you’re a commercial website, but for a guy who’s just creating a little content to give people a peek behind the writer’s curtain, I’m happy with the results.
Data and metrics are fine and all (is this guy an English major?), but I went into this website project with different goals:
- Updating people on book’s writing progress
- Marketing the project
- Giving myself another creative outlet when the manuscript needed a break
To these ends, the website has succeeded. Beyond that, it’s been fun, which is often a better motivator than anything else.
However, it can be challenging, too. The writing style is different, and unlike the manuscript, it needs to be polished now. Well, polished-ish. None of that writing and rewriting for a year stuff I’m doing in the book. Similar to the book, some days it feels like work; on others, it’s a pure creative pleasure.
What’s he been writing about?
…well, the first one.
It’s been four years – almost to the day – since I sat at my keyboard and began bringing Tildy to life.
Four years since my finger drew this simple sketch on my phone to imagine what it would be like to see a girl with wings.
I had few goals, and some quantitative ones were unmet. I more than doubled my target word count and it’s taken twice as long to complete as I wanted. But these are less relevant to me than Continue reading
In his book On Writing (which I highly recommend), Stephen King talks about a question he’s often asked. I’m going from memory, but the gist of it is this:
Question: How many days a week do you write?
King: Every day, except holidays and my birthday (btw, that’s a lie because I write those days, too – but no one would believe it).
And while I’m nowhere as dedicated as King, yeah, I write on those days, too. Here’s what happened over my Thanksgiving vacation.
1. I finished up some editing and the last of my punch list items. The punch list was a series of questions I had around consistency, timing, and other details I’d lost track of. The editing centered around plot holes or other things I discovered during my complete read-through.
I’m down to one last fix, and then the draft is final. I spent a few hours on that last item and I think I’ve nearly conquered the problem I identified. Continue reading
I’m an English major and a writer, which means there’s a notebook on a dusty bookshelf in the attic of my brain that is set aside for fun words. It also means I just wrote a long sentence instead of saying “I collect words.” We’ll delve into that compulsion in a future post.
I was listening to an online session yesterday and one of the presenters used an interesting word I hadn’t heard before. She used it twice, before finally defining it for us with an apology that she had to look it up, too.
What is the word? I couldn’t tell, which meant it was complex, rather difficult to say, esoteric, and oh so tantalizing.
In her context, it meant temporarily joining another team at work to complete a project. She still technically worked for the same manager, but all her duties were tied to this second team.
Since I love words (did I establish that?) and since I couldn’t spell it to write it down, I thought to Google it by the definition this morning.
Easier said than done. Continue reading