Oh wow! Is that a cat? That clump of fur over there -- that long tail I see twitching? Can I chase it? Huh, Master? Just for a minute? Oh, heaven! Please say I can, Master. Cats are so much fun to chase – better yet if they go up a tree. I keep them up there ever so long glaring and squabbling, but terrified to come down. Oh joy! Do I ever love that! Bark, bark, bark – nya nya nya. Disgusting, hissy things! Say yes, Master, let me go! I'll chase that cat clear into the next valley. Or if it leaps on the fence I'll hurl myself at it with my most ferocious growls. Oh, wow! Will that ever be fun! Can I, huh? Can I? Master, please let me chase it! Awww… It disappeared.
Fandango had an interesting story as his response to these prompts, the furious reaction of a writer who’s sent his manuscript off to an editor and it comes back thoroughly red-penned. He calls the editor, irate about all the marking and even replacing of sections. So I’ll credit Fandango for my tale. His story got me thinking down this line. I do feel a bit of sympathy for that editor, though he overstepped his role.
One day, after reading a story by a multi-published author, I asked my eight-year-old grandson, “How can a person fall off a train and land in front of the train? And furthermore, land far enough in front of the train that the train can stop in time to not run over the person’s body?”
He thought for a moment and said, “It would work if the train’s going backwards and the person fell off the engine.”
A certain writer should engage my grandson as technical advisor.
A Unique Editorial Encounter
I was wandering my way through an Ontario woodland path one morning, taking in the sound of birds, the woodsy smell of the trees and earth, listening to the wind fluttering the leaves, when I came upon a penguin weaving its (its – not it’s) way among the trees.
“What on earth! Oh, I’m losing it,” I exclaimed. “Penguin! What are you doing in these woods?”
“I don’t usually do woods,” the creature replied. “I seem to have gotten lost.”
“Big time. You’re over half a planet from home.”
“Can you tell me the way to Puddleville?”
“Puddleville? I can, but what do you want to do there?”
“A writer who lives in Puddleville wants a penguin for her story; she ordered me from e-Bay. She’s writing something about Hudson Bay and she wants me to do a guest appearance in her story.”
“But there are no penguins in Hudson Bay. Ever,” I protested. “Never have been.”
“You’ll have to take that up with the writer. I’m just one of the cast. I’ve supposedly stowed away on a fishing boat going into Hudson Bay. Now I’m to fall off the boat and flail around in the bay so her brave main character can save me from drowning in the frigid water.”
“Save you from drowning? But you’re a penguin – you can swim. And as far as frigid waters go, the water in Hudson Bay is a lot warmer than the Antarctic.”
“Say, you really like to find fault! What are you, an editor? What have you got against an exciting sea rescue? She’s writing it in a very dramatic style readers will love.”
“I like my drama to be realistic, even in fiction. A lot of readers do, you know. She should have at least hired a seal.”
“But I’m way more interesting than a seal any day.” He took a moment to preen a bit. “Anyway, I’m just going to do what I’m told, then grab the bucket of fish she’s offering as payment, and head south.”
“I think this whole story is going to head south. What’s the name of her book so I don’t spend good money on it.”
“She’s calling it Igor’s Alaskan Adventure. I’m Igor. “
I shook my head. “Why am I not surprised? Anyway, how be you follow me home, then I’ll drive you to Puddleville in my car. You’re never going to get there hobbling through the woods like this. I might even have a word with this writer about geography. Alaskan Adventure indeed!”
“You’d better watch out. Writers don’t always react well to some ‘slash and burn’ editor type finding holes in their plots.”
“You’re probably right.” I sighed. “Well, come on, Igor. Your adventure awaits.”
Good morning everyone. 🙂
I’m writing this post on my phone, so will be brief. Having computer issues; lately browsing has been so slow and this morning it won’t take me anywhere at all. Sigh…
We had a real fall day yesterday with dark rolling clouds and a chilly wind. Thankfully it’s sunny this morning and only breezy.
I see the young hummers tanking up at my feeder and realize they will soon be leaving us. Fields are golden with ripening grain and yesterday we saw a swather cutting a field of canola.
I’m in a bit of a slump lately, so little energy — and less as far as writing goes. At least when it comes to actually sitting and putting my words down in a file. Hopefully this will “come to pass.”
I hope you’re all staying safe and making the best of the last month of summer.
“People say, what is the sense of our small effort? They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time. A pebble cast into a pond causes ripples that spread in all directions. Each one of our thoughts, words and deeds is like that. No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There is too much work to do.”
― Dorothy Day
The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning was RIPPLES.
My thoughts went in two different directions: I considered writing a verse about the ripples you will see in natural settings…and then I pondered the philosophical angle, where RIPPLES symbolize the power of example. Particularly the influence that a good example can have. How many individuals have carried out a work which has blessed the whole world?
I opted for the “ripples as a symbol of influence” angle and chose the quote by Dorothy Day. Whoever she is or was, her thought is a wise one. And I’m going to add my own mini-poem on this subject. The verse I wrote about natural ripples I’ll save for another post. 🙂
This world is full of ripples and each of us must choose the ones we’ll be a part of, to win at life, or lose. Some lives have left a swelling of blessings for us all while some leave sad examples how far a man can fall. Each ring will ripple outward toward some final end: the eulogy of “enemy” or accolades of “friend.”
Good morning everyone. A rainy day here on the prairie and we’re welcoming the moisture.
I wonder how many of you readers remember that Certs ad of long ago, where two young ladies are debating:
“Certs is a candy mint!”
“Certs is a breath mint!”
And the announcer says, “Stop! You’re both right. New Certs is two, two, two mints in one.”
According to Wiki, Certs was introduced in 1956 and heavily advertised this way on American television in the ’60s and ’70s.
And most of you won’t give two, two, two hoots about this. 🙂
What brought this on? I’m doing two writing challenges this morning:
The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is: THE PATH AHEAD
And Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge calls for a 23-word response including the word KALEIDOSCOPE. Here’s her logo:
And here’s my diminutive response to both:
A kaleidoscope of summer tones
on the path ahead,
the trilling of songbirds,
wraps her in its unique condolence.
He wasn’t coming back.
Our Ragtag Daily Prompt is LEADERSHIP and I’ll respond by giving you a few of my impressions, with a little help from Pixabay images.
1 — Halstead 77
2 — DigitalDesigner
3 — Michael_Luenen
4 — bdabney
5 — RomanFavier