Posts Tagged ‘chuck’
For beard grooming purposes, I use a beard trimmer. Most beard trimmers are assy pants — I like one that’s adjustable on the razor, not on the “comb” attachment, and I like one that gives you a wide range of lengths. Some give you nonsense for length options — no, silly beard trimmer, 6mm is not a goddamn beard.
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We know already that the meat-and-potatoes of fiction is conflict: life without conflict would be gooey and grand, while fiction without conflict would be redundant and dull. Conflict is the food that feeds the reader, and, if you permit me to get a little disgusting here (what else is new?), what the reader then, erm, regurgitates is tension. Tension is born out of conflict. But where does conflict come from?
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This’ll be a short one today since I want to dive into the novel-making with verve, sass, and aplomb. And shit, maybe even some pizazz. I have three questions for you, and if you could help me with any of these, well, gosh, I’d be crazy appreciative. You ready? All right. Let’s do this.
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My mother went to the ER yesterday afternoon, and did not get out of the hospital until almost 12 hours later. I’ll cut right to the chase: she’s fine, mostly, but dealing with some pain and some persistent issues that will require further look-see’s, but according to the doctors it’s nothing life-threatening.
Got the call from [...]
I swear, I’m not completely farking lazy.
Thing is, I’m just about out the door.
I would’ve written a post last night, but c’mon. I was full from dinner. And drinks. And I was watching The Wire, season three with the wife. And I was eating honey-lavender ice cream. C’mon. C’mon.
What I’m saying is, I don’t have [...]
