A long and thoughtful piece by Maggie Stiefvater on narrative structure.
“… as a professional storyteller, it’s my job to know what is invisible (and thus costs the reader nothing) versus what is now outside the norm (and thus costs the reader something to process). I don’t mind asking the reader to work for things that are important to me, but I need to know when I’m doing it in order to make sure I can keep their overall load light enough that they don’t lose emotional investment and trade my novel for Netflix. “
Epics, Break-Up Songs, & That Old Chestnut, ‘Just Because You Don’t Like It Doesn’t Make It Bad’
I was just reminded that it’s been a year since I started this web site. A bit more — it was February 20, 2018. There have been a smattering of posts since then, but I’ve also posted a lot here from other sources from years predating the establishment of this site. You might enjoy looking through them. I enjoyed writing them.
Bagliere Ronald has been posting some of his photos on his Facebook page, and suggested I post some of my poems. I’ve posted some in the past. Maybe I’ll post some more of them.
Ron has his own blog over at https://rjbagliere.com. Check it out!
Fridays must be strong
to hold back the surge
of the restless hordes
who wish it was Saturday already
He liked the simple things in life.
A pepperoni pizza and a beer.
Soft ice cream on a warm summer night.
Long walks on the beach.
The warmth of a red plaid flannel shirt.
Changing to a wolf and howling under the full moon.
It’s no secret that I’m an admirer of Maggie Stiefvater’s writing. Every time I read her, I’m watching to see what she is doing and how, so I can do it better myself.
You’ll get more from this if you’ve read the Raven Cycle of books she wrote. And the ending is stunning, if you have.
A Raven Cycle Holiday Short (A Very Declan Lynch Christmas) – Maggie Stiefvater
“Where IS the TV remote?” Paul asked, looking around.
The cat shifted, then decided the slight discomfort was worth the amusement value of keeping it concealed by lying on it a little longer.
It’s a peculiar and agreeable sensation when something that’s been on the tip of your mind for several days finally jumps to the fore, like a leaf on a branch that has chosen this moment to float into your waiting hand.
There’s a radio ad running to the effect of “There [name] goes again – jetting off to Washington, leaving the rest of us behind.”
Uh… isn’t going to Washington kind of IN the Congressional representative job description? I mean, that’s where they meet, right?
On the news, they keep talking about “rain measured in feet, not inches!”
If we get an inch of rain, we can do the same thing. “We got 1/12th foot of rain!”
Done. Rain measured in feet, not inches. Two can play at that game.
Let’s do the math here.
A report today suggests exercising twenty minutes a day adds two years to your life.
They don’t say how long you need to exercise twenty minutes a day.
Twenty minutes a day, in a 365 day year, means 121.66 hours spend just exercising, or five solid days.
So you can live to be, say, eighty, or you can exercise and live to be eighty-two. But of those bonus 730 days, you’ve spent 400 of them sweating, netting you 330 days; so, a little less than a year.
Yeah, you get to be ALIVE those 400 days that you’re sweating. But the “two extra years” they’re promising, it doesn’t come without a cost.
I’ve always thought a more convincing argument is that exercise presumably lets you have a greater percentage of your life spent healthier than if you’d been more sedentary.