A Mixed Bag

As time goes on and I get more reviews I realize what a mixed bag they are (I just spelled realize American so that somebody doesn't go "grammatical error!" on my ass (or arse). It's not even grammar it's spelling but it does seem to vex people. Some people go 'Wow! Brilliant!" and someone else says it's dire. I'm getting more ducklike with the water of criticism.

Someone left a review that went on a bit in a wordy, self regarding snarky sort of manner that said something like .... "There was the bones (sic) of a good haunting... of grammar - there was none, and much missed by it's (sic) absence."  Misused 'it's' for 'its' twice and had a disagreement about number with his verb then he criticizes me for bad grammar. I was so tempted to respond but I didn't.

I have a hangover this morning from being at a wedding last night and I am listening to Rush from way back. Great pleasure with a cup of tea. Bit too windy to go for a mountain walk in case I get blowed off (note my ironical mistake with the participle there).

I plan to trawl through old copies of the Parasychological Review for ideas. I was reading some good blogs about Lester Dent's method of writing short stories as exposited here by +Karen Woodward and then leading onto the Michael Moorcock method of writing adventure books in 3 days. Again herewith set out by +Ghostwoods Books  here - no here. Old Mr Moorcock's article appears elsewhere but this is the prettiest blog version. It even made me start reading the Corum books which is just as fun as it was. (You think I'm giving a plural subject a singular verb? No! 'it' here refers to fun. Haha! Gotcha!). I'm also reading Vogler's Writer's Journey Writer's Journey: Mythic Structure for Writers. I'm a long time fan of Jung and Campbell and I have actually read the Mysterium Coniunctionis - like twice - meaning I have known for a long time the secret of existence. I can also read the Latin too, decipher the Hebrew and have a good go at the Greek. So Mr bad review, stick that up your arse and smoke it. You fucking little cocksucking cunt.   Not that I'm bothered as I mentioned before. To me it's like a water/duck/back equation.

Of course I realise (see what I did?) that expositerize is not a real word but I can make words up here. I can do what the f*** I want with words on this blag (deliberate mistake too - very witty too I thought) because no one reads it!!! Haha! I win again!!

Of course I can't bring myself to write fuck  I have to write f*** instead, but that's my choice. And it's valid. That reminds me of a discussion I had with me (ex) wife (note the ex) where she said "Everyone is entitled to an opinion." and I countered. "Not if they're wrong..."

Not that I am. I'm off now to be ill.

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Arrogant war hero, Captain William Thorpe crashes his car in the remote Scottish Highlands. He is rescued and taken to the mysterious and secluded Dungarvan Castle. When he recovers consciousness, he looks up at a sea of faces and sees the beautiful woman he is told is his wife. His desire for Vivien is only matched by his horror as he slowly realizes she is the voracious thing that haunts him and that he must defeat.

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Sorry about this blatantly promotional post. I promise I will write soon about my experiences with rogue kittens. It's been hell.

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Arrogant war hero, Captain William Thorpe crashes his car in the remote Scottish Highlands. He is rescued and taken to the mysterious and remote Dungarvan Castle. When he recovers consciousness, he looks up at a sea of faces and sees the beautiful woman he is told is his wife. His desire for Vivien is only matched by his horror as he slowly realizes she is the voracious thing that haunts him and that he must defeat.

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This week I have been mostly writing and walking up mountains. I read John Yorke's book Into the Woods. Again like Blake Synder, these are not primarily for novels/short stories but what they say about the structure of stories is applicable to all forms of storytelling

You may know that I have been interested in in Carl Jung's ideas for at least twenty years and Yorke references Jung through Joseph Campbell. There are certain things that are common to all cultures at all times and these are language, music and storytelling. We tell stories because we have to - they are like birdsong is to blackbirds, hard wired because they perform some archetypal purpose.

I think I have neglected structure up until now, but pop songs are crafted onto a recognisable structure as is most painting. So it's seems obvious that stories are and that they are more satisfying when they obey the rules of story structures. 

So that's what I'm doing now. Time will tell if people respond positively to the stuff I produce that pays much more attention to structure.

Laters.