Anne Rice: The Writing Process [Part 6]

Anne Rice – The Writing Process [Part 6]

But, what is her writing process? Does she plan out her stories or let the characters take her where they will? The “Anne Rice Examiner” decided to ask the author these questions and more. Her answers, as always, are honest, insightful and provide the reader and fledgling writer with a treasure trove of useful information and a greater sense of Anne Rice, the writer.

And now, Anne Rice:

6 – Do you believe the indie author is under more or less pressure to produce a perfectly edited book or do you think there audience doesn’t expect the same standards that they do from a mainstream author?

anne_riceIndie authors have to produce a perfectly edited book. Readers require a near perfectly edited book for them to sink into it and enjoy it or accept it as a professional product. If readers are confronted with errors in spelling, grammar, formatting etc., they simply cannot enjoy the book. They begin to see it as unfinished, not professional, etc. They can’t get swept up in it, can’t believe it, can’t love it. So indie authors have to manage to do what the big New York houses do, and that means hiring a skilled editor to do the copy editing, and skilled people to get formatting perfect. There are so many little things. Like do you cap H for heaven and hell in casual speech? Do you cap “S” when you refer to the sheriff, or p for policeman, and so forth. Have you spelled all the names of cities right? Have you been consistent with the hair and eye color of your cast of characters? You want your manuscript to look absolutely professional. I think indie authors know this now, and they’re taking the time to get their work into perfect shape. More and more indie editors are offering their services. —– Nevertheless errors still pop up in New York published books and in indie books. And the great thing about indie work today is you can catch those. You can correct your kindle version after you get an email from a reader on a problem. You can correct your print on demand book. It’s kind of wonderful.

Remembrance: Marcel Proust – Part 8

Remembrance: Marcel Proust

Moments from
“Remembrance of Things Past”

Marcel-Proust

Part 8

“People who are
not in love
fail to understand
how an intelligent man
can suffer
because of
a very ordinary woman.
This is like
being surprised
that anyone
should be stricken
with cholera
because of a creature
so insignificant
as the common bacillus.”
― Marcel Proust

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The MilitantNegro SoapBox™: When caucasian Americans Decide To Label ME.

the secret keeper:

WHAT A POWERFUL PIECE OF WRITING. WOW! jk A must read…

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I left a comment on a fellow bloggers post today. Thats something I rarely do because my comments are rarely what people call nice or civil. This particular post was telling me how it’s time for the label “African American” to be done away with , because we’re all one people. We’re all the same. How wrong can a person’s thought process be in today’s AmeriKKKlan?

It’s soapbox time.

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I have lived in AmeriKKKlan for 55 years and I started out being called colored. Then it was African American. Next came Black. I decided very recently to do the Kunta Kinte thing and renounce being labeled anything but Negro. There are 3 races in this world, all other mixtures of cultures come from these 3 races. Mongoloid, Caucasoid and Negroid are the ONLY races that exist. Now uneducated folks will argue till they…

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Remembrance: Marcel Proust – Part 1

Remembrance: Marcel Proust

Moments from
“Remembrance of Things Past”

Marcel-Proust

Part 1

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy;
they are the charming gardeners
who make our souls blossom.” ― Marcel Proust

“Always try to keep a patch of sky
above your life.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

“The real voyage of discovery consists
not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes.”
― Marcel Proust

“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily
the remembrance of things as they were.”
― Marcel Proust

“Happiness is beneficial for the body,
but it is grief that develops
the powers of the mind.”
― Marcel Proust

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Film View: “The Heist”

WARNING: LANGUAGE

A comedy in errors. A debate of the ridiculous. An enjoyable short film that will keep you smiling, laughing, and talking back with your own reaction to the three nimrods, (well, actually two). The leader tries his best to prepare his mates all toward a prosperous conclusion in “The Heist,” but doesn’t go smoothly. It is a UK group of actors who star in this fun piece of entertainment. Being an anglophile, I found they lived up to the comedies of a good Guy Richie heist but shorter. DO ENJOY! I think you will. And be sure to prepare yourself to be amused with disbelief at the idiocy of some of the conceptual ideas floating through this short film. by ‘the secret keeper’

“The Heist” by Thomas Hefferon

A comment from an interested viewer. It indeed will add important information. valuable to know. to receive a more complete understanding of the film. It lends insight to the viewing experience.

“I enjoyed “The Heist,” experiencing the humour with laughs, at the same time feeling the subtle mocking of political correctness. While they argue about whether their “homage” is racist by implying black people rob banks they completely miss the sexism involved in choosing a woman as the person who has to strip. And of course the entire film is racist as the three members of the gang are Irish and two of them are clearly not too bright. In England Irish people have frequently been parodied as being dimwitted.”

“After the end…”

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‘A’ to ‘Z’ Writing Challenge #3

“After the end…”
by Jennifer Kiley

rainy night

After the end of dinner, I wondered what would happen next. Before deciding what that would be, I waited silently. Calling my therapist entered my mind. Determining what I would say wasn’t yet clear. Everything felt okay moments before I abruptly ended things. Feeling overwhelmed by the presence of the mystery guest was not a surprise to me. Going outside for a walk was like a ‘Call of the Wild,’ beckoning me, and our dog Jasper could desperately use a walk, even if it was pouring torrential rains. Hopefully being outside, the water washing over me, might bring clarity to my mind and I would be away from her.

Irrational, a cruel word, was what Jamie called my overreaction to her. Jamie, I felt was being unreasonable. Keeping an eye on me didn’t help the way I felt. Lately, I have been having a difficult time feeling in control, and seeing her, the one who disturbed me most and wanted to destroy me, pushed me over the limits. My reaction to her felt so extreme to Jamie and everyone else, but I felt she earned my contempt and hatred. Nowhere to go, nowhere to escape the feelings of rage. Opening up to my therapist seemed the only thing that would be of help. Phoning her was what I was going to do, if only to save my sanity. 

‘Quiet,’ I whispered inside my mind. Reality, unlike the Force, was not with me. Saying I see the alien lights outside at night does not make Jamie laugh anymore. Thinking I am crazy is what she is more interested in focusing on. Understanding doesn’t seem to be something anyone is willing to be open to. Various suggestions have been made on what to do with me, one being to get me under their control.

While waiting for my therapist to return my call, I watched Jamie pacing, and putting more wear into our rather expensive Persian carpet, I so love. Xavier, Jamie’s brother, the psychiatrist, wanted to give me an injection of a strange sedative, I heard him call it Ketamine. Yelling out, “Someone hold her down;” I moved quickly. Zig-Zagging in panic, racing away from the sharp needle pursuing me, I ran into the pouring rain, voices echoing in the distance, and a familiar bark; but I ran away from it, further and further into the dark, the dark of the night.

FINI

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‘A’ to ‘Z’ Writing Prompt Challenge #3 – “After the end…”