My apologies for my randomnicity, but now I'm trying to inch and poke my way toward making my first post in SYW. Unfortunately, I seem to be stuck on viewing my MS like a massive plate of whole roasted elephant - my chapters run on the long side, and I really have no idea whether it's better to post a scene that needs work, a section that I feel really comfortable and happy with, something just to taste....
My apologies for my randomnicity, but now I'm trying to inch and poke my way toward making my first post in SYW. Unfortunately, I seem to be stuck on viewing my MS like a massive plate of whole roasted elephant - my chapters run on the long side, and I really have no idea whether it's better to post a scene that needs work, a section that I feel really comfortable and happy with, something just to taste....
Or, since it's complete, is it better to look at a beta?
(Curses, perpetual newbie perspective!)
The Tattoo Story
Or, Why You Should Never Get A Tattoo In A Language You Don't Speak
DRIVE-BY.
What up, cantina?
In a moment of shameless self-promotion, DBtM is up for a Reader's Choice Award on a book blog. If you enjoyed the story and are so inclined to click a button in support, kindly vote for it here. Right now it's tied with Stephan!e Meyer$ The H0st. Not sure how I feel about that.
I think I'll stick to my plan to get a phoenix. Someday. (This year, since it's my outrageous thing to do when I'm 40.)
I got mine at 37, to celebrate sending my first novel off to a publisher. At least the tattoo worked out
I was going to go for a hot-air balloon ride to celebrate turning 40, but when my birthday arrived, I had two newborns at home. Maybe 45?
I think I'll stick to my plan to get a phoenix. Someday. (This year, since it's my outrageous thing to do when I'm 40.)
Why back in my day? The pixels were as big as your thumb, unless you was using that new fangled hi-res graphics stuff, then they was not much bigger than the BBs I kept in the gun by my bed.
*squints at strange avatar* who did you say u were?
He left my office a very, very dejected man.
You're ahead of Das H0st at the moment.
Huzzah!
The Tattoo Story
Or, Why You Should Never Get A Tattoo In A Language You Don't Speak
Back in the late 90's I worked for this nasty little dot com outside of Boston. Having just recently graduated college, I still had at least some command of Japanese, and had been tasked with "translating" everyone's business cards into Japanese because we did a fair bit of business there. As a result, I had a lot of kanji up on the white board in my office with common elements like "manager", "director", "engineer", etc.
We were having some work done in the building at the time. One day one of the workmen came into my office to apologize for accidentally drilling through my office wall and noticed my white board.
Workman: "You speak Japanese?"
Me: "Some. Mostly I read it."
Workman: "Yeah?" [rolls up sleeve, shows me complex tattoo] "Can you read this?"
It wasn't a kanji I was familiar with, so I pulled out my Nelson (dictionary) and started looking it up. For those unfamiliar, you look up Japanese kanji by a combination of common elements and number of brush strokes it takes to draw a character. So I'm narrowing it down, and Workman guy starts getting impatient. Just as I'm nearly there -- on the right page, running my finger down looking for just the right one -- he says:
Workman: [proudly] "It means sex fiend!"
Just as he said that I found the character, and in fact it meant "pervert" and "child molester". He was looking over my shoulder as I found it.
He left my office a very, very dejected man.
My, what big pixels you have!
she says that to all the boys...
I think when I get my new apt, I want an ant farm.
I had a similar experience, Zan. I work freelance, so I often work with a lot of people I don't know. One day I was in the lunch line behind a young woman who had a character tattoo on her shoulder. I asked her what it meant.
She said, "Well they told me it means. . . ."
I don't even remember what she said. I lit her up, for getting a tattoo based on what somebody told her the meaning was.
As a Curmudgeon Errant, I'm not here to make friends. . . .
So subtle didnt work....
I BOUGHT A NEW CAR!!!!! I GOT 55.5 mpg on the way home!!!!! No more spending 300 a month on diesel!!!
I BOUGHT A NEW CAR!!!!! I GOT 55.5 mpg on the way home!!!!! No more spending 300 a month on diesel!!!
I had a similar experience, Zan. I work freelance, so I often work with a lot of people I don't know. One day I was in the lunch line behind a young woman who had a character tattoo on her shoulder. I asked her what it meant.
She said, "Well they told me it means. . . ."
I don't even remember what she said. I lit her up, for getting a tattoo based on what somebody told her the meaning was.
As a Curmudgeon Errant, I'm not here to make friends. . . .
So subtle didnt work....
I BOUGHT A NEW CAR!!!!! I GOT 55.5 mpg on the way home!!!!! No more spending 300 a month on diesel!!!
Hey, if you get the right apartment, you won't even need the little plastic case to keep them in. Wouldn't that be cool?
dude... .I'm sorry... but I'm not goin' in those waters. Not for nobody, no how.
I just get so frustrated at those threads that go round and round and always come down to the same few points. And everyone gets all fluffed up, until someone comes and sprays everyone's feathers down with mineral water.
Bettie, good luck.
Debio, you are on your own there.